He settled- twice a week or a lifetime ago Now settled an older life Still good but not what he was looking for. The Mills from the window fogged his mirrors To close for comfort creeped in his backyard trying to bring him back. Eighteen years felt red a bull with no horns cornered and returned red all around and his eyes felt sore bore and no gore torn- and pacing- that sharp feelin' he felt as he removed his own horns and bled away....

Please subscribe to keep reading.