The creeping danger of all things
Eager and foamy with red lips
Congregating between the auburn brows
Meticulously sketched up on my forehead

Closer to me seems the crumbling cliff
Sending it's stones heavily into the drink
I become uncertain of a sure thing
That today, old gravity will surely fail me.

My wings are clipped, my beak is broken
These vicious talons are all I have left.
I am an eager lizard kicking at the gravel
My clumsy scales quiver at the Sun

Shame becomes a ill companion
Coughing and beckoning to be groomed
Flipping through dusty crackling pages
In a memory book called Regret

One day I may savagely rule this world
But today, I am afraid.

Satisfaction

Satisfaction runs from me

And kicks dust into my face

If I peer through the settling cloud

I can almost see it in the distance

I very much play the fool

who wades in the cooling waters

a dreadful thirst rises in me

But I am too stubborn to drink

A vice to quench the temporary

need to speed the inevitable.

Breathe it in or choke it down.

It comes and goes just as fast.

The boy in me wants sweets and cakes

and to clamor all day long

The man wants love and respect

and to wrestle sumptuously into the night