One In A Million

One in a million

Odds against my back

Laughter in my face

Winds at my side

A million eyes

Staring through

A blank canvas

Thirsty for paint

Isolation and dismay

The process of shrinking

Transparency my cloak

Dressed for battle

Aimed for triumph

Justified failure

A million to one

Odds are against me

Seasoning

Like a marinade

Preparation is key

Battle: me – in progress

Soft guitars

Strum melodies of famine

Pluck notes of fulfilment

In dresses of oil

Last man standing

In the tunnel sans light

Back roads and country smells

Soothe until regressed 

Necessity

Poetic devices

Silent sheets

Dry wicker upholstery

Dusty memories

Lack lustre signs

Of orange decay

Fallacy in judgement

Ornery seduction

Life is what you make it

A journey through death and life

A candle burns

A hole in my consciousness

Static pulses

Drives maddening beats of tranquility

Through flesh that is weak

Broken but not defeated

Shin guards

Defend delicate tissues

And bone density

Deep beyond the surface

I sit

Staring through a clock

That echoes beats of

Lovers past...hearts past

Hypnotized by a metal stick

Swirling me into

A place of metaphorical euphoria

Your arms

A destination of

Little reprieve

You hold my life

In a balance

Skilful is the dance

Of delicate disposition

I position myself to receive

Open arms

Closed fists

Drive the shrill of defeat

Past my knees

I waited

Beyond hours, time and years

Silk steps

Guide to emancipation

Gaps in natural history

I blink twice for clarification

Solace

In states of luxury

Bind matter and mind

Into a force remotely discovered

I

Need

You