Passe

It's coming now, sooner than you think
Like the cool wind before the thunder
It has rolled upon you
Now you can't say stop
You can't do that now
That time has passed
You said it'll be this way
And you shunned the ones who wished otherwise
But the cards are down
The hand's revealed
And the house always wins
A valiant effort we will say
Fought until the very end
But really we're just glad it's not us
Because that rock is far too large to carry
And it suited you well
And you handled it well
And your stronger and better and blah blah blah
And you'll have a moment
This moment
But it's fleeting and we just can't dwell on it
So, bad luck, but we will be here in your name
For as long as anyone reminds us
Until then, where's my drink?

Forward

The path forward is yours

It's long, has many detours,

and orbits some vast space of resentment

There is no end to it

It's likely unfulfilling

And, always, you will end up where you began.

Minutes

The charlatan moves to bury his sleeve
Bloodsoaked and miserable
In the shallow grave dug earlier in the day
The excessive panting and occasional waning
Of the circling sawmill workers
Swan deeply with his fiddle

This place, fixed, forever still
In his speech will remain a wound
Showing itself occasionally
In certain lighting, and with the appropriate victims
An ugly, unburyable thing