Olympus is dry beaten, defeated by thousands of plebeian cruise ship sneakers overwide, overlarge overeaten from endless complimentary buffets the poets are gone taken a wage chained themselves to hours linked to step, like the masses the edges of their prose smoothed by rain and recession while the muses weep not from pain but boredom. …
What will you be when life isn’t going up or down or sideways every other day when your heart says “enough” and decides that silence is also ambient music when contentment is preferable to amazement when peace of mind finally wins over emotion. Will you change your clothes to show how you feel inside throw …
storm it pretends in countless ways that it is more than water drenching the ground to weaken it drowning the innocents to dissuade the sun from showing two truths: that everything gives that takes away and none matter but change and our worship of it. (c) Copyright Gerardo San Diego