living

words said over and over again
blowing breezes, lush grasses,
blue skies and overful with butterflies
snakes and rakes left out from work

words maybe said not so much
dark stars, dying cars
closed nooks and open crannies
wide-open windows and crying widows

living in the first degree,
letting nothing stop us, stop you
for we are the same, aren't we?
same heart, same parts

a failure to rhyme
taken with time and given with crime
nothing makes sense anymore
trails and trials and wiles and wits

i had a purpose, i swear i did
came to cry out one line
but, par for my course
my voice has groan hoarse

but that doesn't mean
i will stop shouting.