gravitational pull

the gray of black too silver
like a sleek fishing lure
take the bait, i'm the catch
the elusive flicker
of the deep

swimming past the century
that severs life in half
darting in
and out
of time
in lame attempts
of swift escapes
from savage ways
that ravage
every last bit
of
flesh and bone and wit

nothing more left to lift
with spirit disconnect and
all the years, a lengthy narrative
of amphibious roles I played.
tell me now. was it all an act?

the last stand

one word. that place you've always been
generation after generation. and then
don't stop. why the miles and miles when
it was only the next step? the motion
hardly physics.

ahead of his time

Richard Yates had true courage to write the truth no matter how painful or unpopular, to live the truth no matter how short lived, to expose the hypocrises of the American Dream.