Leadership Lost and Found

I GIVE MYSELF ADVICE

here I go writing like George

wandering crusted cortices

squeezing synapses

for honey-buttered droplets

or just spare change

it’s musty in here

where’s the auctioneer?

relics not woven in memory

so much as skittered

off of cliffs

brittle with indifference

time wounds all heels

but even heels

forget the craven insults

caving to satisfactions

of apricot mornings

and unearned niceties

it’s all in the wandering

if by wandering you mean wondering

let meadows enfold you

let the roof leak

if by leak you mean light gets in

be thou fastened to fate

but laughable to fortune

prone to feckless desire

and whatnots of chocolate rendition

turn each moment over in your hand

there’s a due date

not to dwell on