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)