Thought Walks

down through the ages 

my rabid thoughts tumble,
rabbit holes all of them
chasing the dream that
never was or will be...
saved experiences lay
at mental foothills 
waiting the harvest,
springtime festivities
lamented and foregone,
like a judicial review
never performed or a
war never fought...
crimes against nature
is what we do - an
accelerated view of the
life we were forced into
like African slaves or
poor folks out of loan.
distilled memories 
surround us as would
sidewalks surround a city
giving its residents the
needed space to grow
into some predictable
and plausibly deniable.

December 11, 2025