There was a boy . . . He became a man He was the wisest boy I knew I had a friend She became my lover Then my friend again She was my worst lover ever There was a song It was a memory It became many songs.
A billion lines Vying to tell tales Like road maps A road, a mansion caving in on itself, Once so full of dreams. Steps that shuffle and drag, Once filled with bounce and hope. Creaking bones, Once so well lubricated. I look upon this ancient face The gnarled hands Like twisted roots of a tree … More Lines