Gord

2017-03-21 12:00 am

Flowers lace the sill,
Stone frames of lifestyle,
Sagging windows in vogue,
Stolen valor of masonry,
Following sanctioned power,
Also stolen.

Perhaps I play the fool,
Pen in hand,
Man of head,
Felled in mind.
Thinking you would see me again,
With love timeless.

Tired eyes of the tire fires,
Loving fights in the shallows,
She lacks enacting desire,
Not inadequacy.
Big fish never leaves home, 
Aptly.
Living to throw,
Never catching.

Pursuit of unkempt bastards,
Told only lies,
Keeping only pictures,
Stones still held higher,
Designated only pitchers,
A Fighter drowns afterward.