It was the final stand
Damned if I don’t do,
Damned if I won’t choose
To sing another’s un-worded song.
There’ll be no more re-kicking these crossroad blues
Amid scattered graves of papered bones
& tombed testimonial tomes.
As first light, I arose with those of the free
& chose to dodge Death’s sole purpose and flee.
Where once I was the beloved scholar
Of the shadow stalking soul stealer,
Who’d come to relish the dance amongst the darkness.
Until I snapped the reeded weave of my basket’s case
That had become a melancholic mind mess.
I tried to clear a cellar full of dirty secrets
& break this spinning hoop of habits.
So I took a shortcut
Through this marathon
& slipped through the gap
To flee the chain of white picket fences
To find the freedom to skip with my monsters in the sun.