Lennie

Simple child of a pen now dry

Born with dreams

of a simple life

Chasing rabbits-

Forgetting your strife

Living with fear

Of forgetting your strength

Innocent murderer-

Into trouble you sank

A mountainous man,

A child at most.

You cannot boast.

           Forgotten

Each instruction from the guardian soul

The weight upon

your mind too great

You hear the words-

they never take

The moment’s wish

is your mind’s command

Sweet nature-

deadly, well-meaning hand

Go now: hide

in the dusty, dirty brush,

It can never hide enough.

    Vagrant

Wand’ring with this plain angelHe guards you-

He-your brother, father

Not I-

for I am just creator

Killing you

to write my truth

Never saving-

My angst not worthy to soothe

Twisting your end,

Playing at God.

I fall short: a fraud.

     Done

Born to die as a mouse-a man

The only way

to save your soul

I tried, I swear-

to rewrite the whole

But you wished

to stroke the velvet

Painted, broken doll-

fate seals, road set

Green pool reflecting

your dying breath. 

Love grants you death.