Life, love, and sweetly aching blues





caught red-handed, stealing moments,


a mere nanosecond, of hastily borrowed time,


yes, I stand accused,


of a past, pockmarked by shrapnel skidding off the many alleyways of my life,


yes, I plead guilty,


helpless, engaged in a duel with destiny and time,


wasting away,


scribbling verses in the sand, devoid of an iota of life’s maddening, yet irresistibly seductive rhyme