Talk of Boston and the days to come
inescapable the way that seasons are
intrudes with it's hope and rebirth
into my twilight lit mind.
reminding and reassuring
the phoenix has landed in its' embers,
and is waiting to begin
Images from the street broken gallery
intensity murdering bourgeous style
as the cityscape necromance churns
into the unwitnessed night.
beckoning while foreboding
the world knows how to be conquered,
and One may make a mark
Thoughts of LaDonte home in D.C.
cutting true as his word-master meter
for the walking of his only mother
into the suffocating silence.
dissjusticed while unconnected
the average and the pointless,
and we all will meet it
