Inked
Impressions

Etched into the wall I pass it every day Barely a glance in their direction But now as my time here -my time in this doorway- Draws to a...

When did we stop, staring through the glass When did the world arrest its call toothless grins, at the edge of our seats our spirit...

Where is my home, the walls where I belong the spaces where I look around, and I do not stand out as wrong Why is this question so...

They all whiz by the window Getting smaller and smaller In the mirror, as we Drive away. I pass by the corner We hung out for ten years,...

And the pen scratches away, Etching the ideas of the eternal mind And for years there they lay Waiting for someone to find In unison the...