for everything which is yes

we remember, on
this day they destroyed with hate,
what was made with love

Constable or Kahn
would immortalize this dawn.
I must memorize.

I am in control.
That is liberty-ville’s gift.
Anesthetized death.

The first hundred days
are said to say a lot. Well,
one can only hope.

The drive to defy
these ONLYs that stretch before
me lacks not the fuel.

To love a girl with
no holding back… {shakes his head}
Wouldn’t that be nice.

If life is a peach,
I’m probably just the juice
dribbling down the chin.