a young ruffian runs with hooligans

A crossroads comes and goes
In may different diversions
Of time and place, forest and plane
An inquiry remain
In which story shall one partake?
Where will this trail or that
Take or give meaning or insignificance
Or does one even get to decide
The one regarding:
Ring, 2.5, three thousand feet square
Ripe apple, stapler, grades, chalk
Nomadic frolic state to state
A loft, downtown bachelordom
Boot camp, barracks, bombadier
Street-sweeping dejection
Heads of state for dinner
Blue-collar dollars per hour
Fluorescent light day, pub-stupor night
Fire-fight savior
Sun-dried skin, plant-water-harvest
Each complete a game, set, match
Or simple choice regarding how
One lives in the liminal space
Between cry and silence
But a song that tops them all?
The most beautiful over all the land?
This simple poet dreams it so.
Peligroso niche in history
Completing the only mystery
An endlessly palatial trajectory
The small portion I play
Co-creating why the Way
The Divinely Dangerous Story…

shapes perfectly he she, you and me