Pillars
I quit
drinking pills will do
poetry, no
direction.
Acting
running thoughts
stuck in
the middle
Hopelessness
mistrust
theft a
must
Gusts of
windless rambling
Kindness a
mask
Thank God
for Sundays
like a
wheel less bike
Packed back
forth
Between the
pillars of insanity
It came
from nowhere
wheels keep
turning
Hearts keep
burning
and theirs
no place to sit
Woody