With salutations 

and huzzahs welcome the truth

so warty and wild 

Trouble's brewing on

the edge of town where sidewalks

end amid darkness  

The dusty ceiling 

fan spins lazily, reflects

my noonday torpor  

Sympathize with a 

daydream drawn from a burning

need for profound hope 

Stones like jewels in

the shallow water lose their 

shine when plucked and dried  

Splintered thoughts welded 

by eternal breath converge 

into written word  

Vultures a circling, 

eyeing these old bones, but they'll

have to wait their turn