by Jeph Johnson
I've known roses with thorns,
pure unicorns,
black crows and butterflies
had bi-polar affairs,
got maniacal stares
and looks from big droopy eyes
I know I have sinned,
yet cannot begin
to ask for forgiveness this time
at the end of the night
I risk what is right
to guarantee I don't lose my mind
willows that weep
beg me to keep
track of the allegories
but they all sort
of twist and distort
and become to me derogatory
what it represents
becomes evident
when I look back down the path
I've walked through the years
side-stepped and stayed clear
but never got lost on the tracks