just not to puke
that is my 'Putrid s Folly '
though sick as a skunk while sky diving
as I was
my goal could have not been more
melancholy
remnants of a past imperfect
stared me down to the old dirt
caking the feet of my soul
challenge crawled to wave me in
the path of apathy
laved by a former ideal
myth is only as bold as
the lies told upon it
the elixir
sweet truth
achieved
through channels of grace
cleansed by
misfortune's fire
it is there in the dust of
what has been
that the crossroads make
themselves more formidably
host visible.................
(Dec. 9, 2008 142am)