His Palette Retorts (+1)

Sebastian

couldn’t live

without saving

the walls

His paint

covering over

dire messages

 scrawled

All passersby  

witnessed

each canvas

restored

Reframing

dark alleys

with hope

evermore

Sebastian

a warrior

of brush

and stroke fame

Graffiti

a pockmark

his quest

to disclaim

Alone

in his wander

where shadows

hold court

Each wall of new

slander

his palette

— retorts   

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)

Reaching For Your Hand

The loss of

each simple

thing

hurting the most

When drama

subsides

and time slows

to its worst

Your shadow

still living

inside of my

pain

To darken each

heartache

again

— and again

(The New Room: May, 2025)