A wind of dead leaves
corroded shutter banging,
slacking under the eaves
What I wouldn't give,
just to explore,
be able to breathe
pick almost anywhere
you want to live
should it always be
locked against any banal door?
Winds of dead dreams
complacent shudder, hanging
around, nothing up your sleeve
What should I give,
just to be left alone.....
What should I sieze,
is it that simple to care?
so many ways to just "live"
It always seems to be
bleeding into something scared
What happened to knowing what you deem
Should I utter confessions of scamming,
how I made others curse & scream
What I might give,
just to rend and resew,
is that any way to live?
but it seems to me
I know my way out of the snare
It seems to me
I can't continue this insipid boil
A wind of dead purpose & feelings
I shudder at aging,
stifling under the scope of what might be
What I would give,
just to ease into another coil.

Off to find out why, I keep thinking, hmmmm, problems with the house that Jack built?

I do enjoy your writing, fusion. You make me pause, consider, shake my head, rethink, back up, shake my head again then look from another angle

HA HA!! I'm glad you enjoyed it, this one took a minute, a long minute to write

You know I'm into it!

Ya gotta come to NYC. Read your writes at an urban poetry read

They'd love you!!!

Thanks, gossip....but I don't know if this really counts as "urban" What do you think it's about?

Wow!! Wonderful!!!

Well I see some things in your write. But it's my own perception

Won't put it on a post cause well some here might think I'm being the diva poetess. Which some already think

Your poems are formatted in a way

When read out loud, sound like the urban reads I go to hear at the jazz room

It flows like that!!!

Thank you!

Thanks again gossip!

I can assuredly relate!!!
I did so enjoy reading this!!!

Thank you, you are Sweet