Gargouille Dispersed (+1)

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)