A BURDENED LEADER WALKS *

Alone he walks
The road beneath his feet resounding
To the harshness of his step
The weeping willows

Carry the secrets at all costs
forty years of love lost

Never giving thought to the price
another pays for your vice

Judgments

Who I was: she died that night;

who I am is half alive.

All I feel is cold inside,

and all I know is I’m not alright.

I need to rid myself of this burden

That holds itself inside my heart

With unknown intent

And with no real reason for getting

  A Cure For Lemmings

A bus
picks up the skins
and leeches,
the busted wealthy.

I plug my ear holes in
to drown the atavistic