Destiny. by Wolf Kevin Martin

Crisp fresh

fearful

delight on moving 

parts

legs blood

free form

moving 

working needs and days

agreeing to self abrasion 

my ration is as soon come

as depleted departed 

my mountain awaits as my exile brings sweet dreams 

of exotic fruit and nectars I’m in the Desert of Babylon

waiting for the rains to come to flow between holes and cracks sweet to the taste complete to my love’s eye

tearful thoughts and copulations of the gray insane great American souls abound around the gardens gates ghosts and leering ghouls account most of friendly nightmares

of death and betrayal

dreams of birth and regal contempt

at the breaking point my Whiskey and Words are one penetrating drops of grain nights electricity i left the cash and he gave me his soul the old man played guitar with fire and wishbones nights lightning granting wishes until dawns dreams infinity 

after awhile 

I 

can’t 

find 

the 

floor

my 

muse 

left 

me

here 

cruel the more I live around cold winds

more whiskey thoughts as we all laughed

as we all fell down

Wolf, Kevin Martin, is from North Carolina and a regular contributor to the Arrival Magazine in Winston Salem, NC.  Amateur photographer and poet.