When Spring Musings ?

encased in ennui -
cloaked in the shroud
..of self-importance,
it is not as it seems
today, or any other day

the tandem revolves
in circles
the body / the mind -
each with needs;
neither making progress

The days of unity seem
so far removed
from me
at my desk
in this unreal city at dusk

when Spring musings ?
elevated poesy, like a hiker -
whose own feet make him high,
.. carrying this burden,
like a mule - all-enduring
.. and content,
like an angel fallen
.. from Paradise
finally returned home.

these vagabond dreams
are not even memories, but concoctions
of desire and missed opportunity -

as in the time we planned
the Great Escape : We will leave
on July 4th, as the last glimmer
and rattle of pyrotechnics fade,
laced with booze and other inspiring
substances - we will bid adieu ...
Independence : Truth

.. A Broken Hope.
.. A Hollow Promise.

an empty billfold killed the poet
and the crowd could care less . . .