Did I back then 
set fire to everything 
watching it burn unbridled 
did my youthful arrogance 
lay waste time again 
only to rebuild because 
I had nothing better 
to do with life 
so many mulligans too
many resets and do-overs 
scratches tears and erosion 
that my life resembled 
the homework of some 
child unwilling to learn 

I never know 
until I do 
I used to 
I once thought 
maybe it’s arrogance 
of my youth 
but now as
the sun has 
begun to set
I am realizing 
that despite bravado 
I never really 
ever knew anything 
but this ignorance 
which now finally 
makes me happy 

Don’t follow 
me I’ve 
never been 
before I’m
just first
in line
maybe you 
do and 
if not 
then let
us go 
ahead together 

When nothing is
nothing ever does 
and this else
whatever it is 
fails to quell 
qualify or quench
bringing into question 
one’s very desire 
if things were
as they are 
then dreams be 

A murder of
crows call outside 
winged fog horns
cutting the density 
shadows of sound 
they dart and 
flash like the 
sought after bluegill 
in the lake 
teasing last summer 
oh such wild 
things they are 
oblivious of me