where will I end
after tripping on this spin
between black anger then love
bouncing me wrong back to you
again
my heart
head hazy
crazy within
when will it stop
pulsating drip drop
heartbeats
not
flipping-to-flop
with questions brutal
not cropped
heat comes till it goes
just appears when it knows
as harsh winter with snow
flakes bitter wet as they blow
then spring peaks brief around
birds singing sweet sounds
still no laughter for clowns
and no liquor to drown
so today I’ll begin
to finish
this circling trend
of reality’s pretend
true love
to vigorously
defend
my search
still rolling
me forward
you
tossed as brash trash
upon emotion’s highway
whipping my ride
now safe and sound
round
its
wondrous bends … More Marching On. . . 21st Century Love During a Time of Violence: Wayne & Sabrina (12)