TRAINING WHEELS

I’m not a follower

though I glean
I’m not angry
yet I check my spleen
I’m not a child
of the in-between

where hurdles are placed
on tracks and fields
I can sidestep the crowd

do as I please

skipping the damaged part

of my film if I choose

what have I got?

nothing to lose

but to pedal to righteous
freedom of thought

to fly without wings
is an arrogant fraud

training wheels are forever

our greatest mistake

is to loosen the bolts
on what looks like fate
training wheels are forever
adjust the size
rebuild with the lessons
then rise, then rise

wild life, a new story in the works

susurrous slides under my window
the hissing of traffic below
like a shouder to cry on
though I am not unhappy
the sound I rely on
in the late night scrappy
i’m writing a story behind my window
a man lost to pleasure
a character you’ll defend though
no matter his sins or his
untouchable valor
he is mine in the story
to be yours as the reader
we won’t part until it’s clear
that his story is told
in his own words, while the author holds…