His life spinning inward,
to its center returned
A whirlwind of intent,
—through the maelstrom it churned
His end was beginning,
as the last became first
All time banished outward,
—evil Gargouille dispersed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
My Present Spins
In limbo from indecision,
on loan from futures past
Deceit became my calling card,
deception first and last
Borrowing from a fantasy,
while stealing from a lie
The treadmill turned inside itself,
my spirit churning blind
But within this dark implosion,
a voice would call my name
And in its words I heard “escape,”
an exit from the shame
In hopes of a new becoming,
old guilt I cast remiss
As inside out, and outside in,
my present—spins in bliss
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)