Broken Compass

The oozing stain of time

won't leave me clean

Put it in the wash

but it'll never be the same

Drifting through 

nights and back

to days again

The same old sights

are always new

with these old eyes

Hello dear 

how are you

How's the family

How's the kids

How's everything been

Precious time running 

a four minute mile

How are we aging 

backwards in old photos

Possibility still looms

Choices carry more 

weight than before

I wonder about 

everything

even more than before

Remind me to breathe

I'm too forgetful

There is no choice that is not of consequence. 

I am King of my own bad decisions. 

Where The Road Ends.

SALVATION

It hangs off me

like the sum result

of every bad choice

and weakness.

A desire to feel

and inhabit

life more fully

has added

nothing but weight

to this life.

There is no salvation

for those not ready

to be saved.

These lips have serviced

the desire long enough;

stop waiting for the hand

to reach out to you.

Let your fingers feel

the hard, cracked surface

of the cliff face.

Salvation's path

is lined with small choices.