Cannot Change

I didn’t mean tolow road,gravel cloudsblurringsmoke clouds,swirlingto Free Bird.Skin sweating,wanting,vinyl,reclining seats.We were lostinsidea guitar riff,ending beforethingscould ever bethe same. © khartless 2021, … More

Embalmed

Now it’s all about preservation–
holding on to as much of today as
we can grasp with foam fingered gloves,