Work of Art

everyday is a fight a struggle a contest – testing your mettle your resolve your tenacity against yourself – you have to punch and kick and scratch and claw towards a better tomorrow – never forgetting the past or the present – those scars are marks of passion of the skinny years just before you…

The Grind

stopped in the parking lot dragging sore feet heavy foot falls clapping against creased crevassed asphalt – ankle clicking in time sharp and brittle treble cadence piercing the bass of blocky rubber soles – hope that isn’t too serious they don’t provide insurance

Uprooted

sitting outside of work dilapidated jeep light misting splotched spreading like button mushrooms across the windshield fluid bulbs trapping light obscured sun hidden from sight smog grey clouds splayed overhead so thick I think they’re grazing the treeline piercing the turgid mat gnarled limbs ruffled fingers swaying with anticipation they dance for the rain as…