Test of Age

 --
no respite nor company
no routing clues or refuge
no source no destination

no tracks no guiding light
no mentor no tradition
no wilderness but man-made threats

no allies no support
no comrades no supplies
no adversaries except blood relations

no contact for a soothing touch
no mirror gaze no rubbing home
no grating questions in your voice

no voice no cry no measured sound
no history for our senses
anymore or less the same
--

Highland Fling, 1990

 --
I'm your brainy pig, crude in silence
Nothing else

Sunk in useless knowledge: ENajenaDO

(Between one big love & another
your strength turned
the trick of owning my bluff
in a mirror of shameless burn)

Miss you every day of my so-called life
--

Ghost of a Voice

 --
ALL YOU MOB
sinking weight shaping tracks in Mama soil
for random fading heartbeats
beyond your last breath
have a profile arc of life that may glow
against mine own weightless fog of words

all echoes muted, shut down & up
--

Old Fuel Trailers

 --
run down roll struck out of excuses
for sticking around
I'll hit my teen-snicker age unstuck

out of imagination that cherished
life as a synonym for exhaustion
has not run its course

a shrunken constellation
of conditions beyond
a narrower memory fit to breathe

midsummer shows the dry dark path
circling to lock in
OLD FUELS DIE HARD
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