Redemption,love,and liars shall lead us back to roads from which we wandered

I could live a thousand lifetimes
lunging as a pit fight Kukri knife
free hand write a million lines of cursive verse
vision in crisp notebook paper eyes

i heard thunder over rolling grey skies scars
calling from forests and the torrential rain walls
you gave your insecurities aching
your bathing shame past barriers

burning
standing naked to bear witness
as if i were the Inquisition
hands grow brittle with trembles
minds break under the weight of looping thoughts

racing hot wheels cars
thick as overgrown foliage in the bush
Autumn's October laid leaves
at feet too tired to go on

chilled wind on yellow pine branches bone
we all fell guilty as guillotine blades
gears and chambers of smoking Smith & Wesson's
speech and words seemed to fade from lips

memory masked by western hemlocks
we're all smoke from a pre-embargo Cuban cigar
fine
meant to be burned at the right time
Gods expensive hobbies set ablaze for personal enjoyment