Leggo my ego

he cried as the world snatched at 

his ineptitude 

The sound of rain so

soft, murmurs sweetly a tale 

of gentle slumber 

Tangled routes of torn

and twisted roadway before 

us will soon straighten

Narratives controlled

with sleight of hand while cameras 

roll all reek of spew

A slow drip of truth 

can't stand up to a tidal

wave of distortion 

Sometimes I like to 

say the least with the biggest 

amount of words (damn!) 

Reliquaries for

dreams delayed soon rust and crack, 

letting hope seep out