King Gypsy
Fresh;
Overwhelmed by creative intent,
yet obtuse in your familiarity.
Trust even,
akin to a weathered lust affair.
Why?!!
Is all I have dismissed;
an inadvertent eventuality?
Think not,... for you can and will.
That little monkey; that wily starving crucifix, lying dormant and focused.
Adrift with hope and deniable conquest.
Does the truth empower or confine?
The commonplace and the fall;
from grace.
From grace; sympathy and the evil that follows.
You will return.
Returned from where you will remain.
King Gypsy.




















