therein lies a marvelous horrible

giddy and sorrowful

a timeline guiltless betrayal

when something great happens

in the most terrible places

I don’t mean to sound simple

to beg attention to rhyme

who wins those races

matters not in the lie

among the faceless

behind all the chapters lost wandering

unread irreversible

done howling at moons still waning

when a women sings softly

to the men who displace her

I make a note of their presence

those blue wants of a morning

who are the authors

windows smarter than fire

setting the paces

ahead loom the dangerous pedestals

broken unmerciful

midst rubbish of sweet reprisal

when women dig deeper

in the most terrible places

I would have travelled the distance

ironing creases from time

who are those faces

icons bolder than I

thrashing the races

nyc 12/9/21