Today a new journey begins.
Glasses will fill and language
sponsors the tides.
Writing your life is this pull
of the vein.
Use your blood for the ink
and spill
it all like whiskey,
try your best to give it all justice.

The train breaks squeal
like an animal’s cry
in the dark.
An arrangement of passion
or trying too hard to piece
your own metaphors
with real art
and not a jumbled dump from
the heart