Solitude Swing
Verse 1...

No Title No. 4
PC screen islands...

Now this life unfolds in estrangement
cities, towns, time zones, flights, goodbyes...

Albany, 4:24 pm
Verse 1...

Trailing downward spiral,
in a saline revival...

On my way to find
a bluer pasture...

Incandescent whispers
star-streaked lips...

A withered rose on complacent soil
marked by innocence in recoil...

Muted dances
you rehearsed...

Dreary steps through Salem's ground, beseeched by...
The chalice draped by burgundy mire, matrilineal...