life, love, & sweetly aching blues …
caught red-handed,
stealing moments,
a mere nanosecond,
of hastily borrowed time …
I stand accused,
of a past,
pockmarked by shrapnel skidding off the many alleyways of life …
I plead guilty,
naked and stripped bare,
engaged in a duel with destiny and time,
wasting,
&
wasting away,
scribbling verses in the sand,
devoid of an iota of life’s maddening,
&
Irresistibly seductive rhyme …
