Looking for an outcome.
What does it take to find coins in the rain?
Am I still dreaming cause it feels like nothing will change.
Rapture on the front door while venom soaks the grass.
Linger in this atmosphere might result in a sea of glass.
Gathering in circles as if to pretend tides can speak.
Anecdotes and facsimiles are where pages do repeat.
What are these questions written in margins of books?
Spout another contradiction while dangling upon tenterhooks.
Treason for masses is fodder for the rich.
Deep in baritone notes lie eye rolling quips.
Kinds that cut intelligence off at their knees.
A sudden departure upon what have become always stormy seas.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 