Means to an end

With old patterns faltering in the wake of time, serving him less and less; desperation creeps, then slowly sets in. Searching for something real to cling to; in a world of illusion and cheap parlor tricks; of which he created and has always dwelled. Better to be an imaginary somebody, than a real no body;Continue reading “Means to an end”

Shallow Sal

Just as it began To materialize For the first time in His life Wrapping his head His heart around it Embracing with wild Abandon Shifting perception To a clearer view Uninhibited Filled with wonder Unveiling calm In the storm of His life To his true self Introductions made Freedom offered At too high a costContinue reading “Shallow Sal”

Empty vessel

He stole away Under the cloak Of darkness Backpack thrown Carelessly Over weary hunched Shoulders Filled with Unsuspecting souls Carelessly collected Over nowhere Miles Casting shadows Of doubt Calling it love Leaving a trail Of broken bits Wherever he goes © jillterry  

The Hyena

It wasn’t his Voice Finally found After fifty years Of living Dead It was his Imitation skills Finely tuned Honed Down pat Poetry, prose Letters and Madness No original Thought Merely mimicking Bukowski’s style The scruples Morals By which he Lives his Life Memorized passages Dog-eared Pages Following A script Assuming a Personal role WorseContinue reading “The Hyena”