in progress

guilty as charged
i took the lid
off the jar
Pandora,
where are you?
back to
ruby red blues
in my guttural amiss
love is bold
and i teeter
on the axis

with an armour
of dirt & salt
fistfulla naught

turing the big wheel
of fate
i got on my galatic skates

my mouth
full of teeth
grinding the bit

no hero nor saint
only searching
for free weight