You Marley and Me

Despite my Aspian social anxiety
I have yearned a troubadour's dream
must be my poetic soul..
I would take a leap of faith,
pack my bags for that
day long flight...
back to my roots, poetic calling?

Life has a funny way of
operating,
till recently stuck in a hole..
dark suicidal flirtations
my only release, Google:
drug poems DUPed it's a trap
Major Lazer Scare Me..
back on track, alone
in the car
speaking the musical code
 
Khe Sahn..
the last plane out of Sydney
coming for you, the end of the line
if for nothing more
than to burn Midnight Oil
spoken in code..
that kindred souls speak
the Flame Trees
sparks the poetic moment
just one moon dance with you,
shared with Bob Marley