Fresh earth taste wanes
Another roundhouse kick
Worn leather replaces it
Somewhere fate smiles down
Pushing buttons for responses
Pushing others patience for fun
The lesson never changes much
The results fall away in gutters
Horizons darkening future dreams
Somewhere dawn teases hope
Getting back up to start again
Strangers eyes beckon
Eviscerating crowds to a pair
Like hearing words the first time
Remarkably ordinary but yet
Time stopped as I am emerged
Foreign feelings without reality tug
Utter strangers lost in random passing
Wondering if the feelings are shared
Wondering if feelings are orphans
The clock ticks forward
The magic fades two strangers again
Two questions remain like shadows
Light cruelly abandons them both
Black parchment eats words
Indigo ink fades to hints
Quill scripts invisible manifest
My fingers scream minds pretzels
Every answer begets empty questions
Tree of knowledge sways oblivious
My voice silence by indecisiveness
Letters twist into someone’s words
They cease to translate to me
Darkness my familiar stranger
Lullabies sung in earthly drones
I wonder across the unblank page
Quietly I sit
Trees flutter green leaves
Air crawls slowly by
Thoughts stir in voids
Little else matters
Motivation gone flat stale
Memory picks places
Lost upon parchment maps
Images undeveloped fade
Lines connect has beens
Worry goes missing
Perfectly another day lost
Twisting in the wind
Unfurled then wrapped
Sensation of breeze
Coursing through veins
Tethered with illusion
Free to remain
Happy to not know
Sudden snap focuses
Things are delightful
Ignorance is bliss
Riding the wind
Sensation of breeze
Coursing through veins
Knock the rust from my heart
Explorations for a glance for naught
High desert of twisted dreams calls
Their whispers drift aimlessly
Sunlight within smiles behind clouds
Winds stare blankly into wilderness
Still the pulse does not race on
Memories turning into tumbleweeds
Someday has fallen from calender
But here I sit in oblivion
Waiting for the rust to be set free
Twas the night before draft night
And all through Believeland
Not a rat bird was screeching
About even a stillers fan
The streets were all quiet
To the wrong Corona ban
Still hopes like playoffs danced in the air
The night starts out bumpy
Without a Wirfs or Thomas there
Number 10 becomes 16
And WTF ..Xavier is there?!
(With 3rd & 2021 5th round)
My beer grows empty
My heart starts to fear
Night gets darker waiting to hear
Names from a draft book must be near
Suddenly a Seahawk from screen dissapears (with 41 & 115 & AtL 2021 5th)
Jones the sixth OT off the board falls home
My watering eye pause to take on a sight
No second round pick tomorrow night?
Friday drags as round 2 is no go
We see WR off the board do flee
Suddenly 74 becomes a buckeye LB (Malik Harrison)
The Falcons former pick turns 76 into DE Highsmith for Charlotte?!
My heart is a flutter my beer thrown again
What in hell can 97 bring?
Day 2 is closing and day 3 looks thin
Why are the Cowboys giving me 123 & 179?
And why can’t Stobridge play here?
My hand is trembling, the remote falls clear.
Where’s the justice? I wait again
My OBJ jersey arrives in the mail
Draft day 3, we can not fail
Tyker Johnson to Cinci?
It just can’t be
We’re drafting a Wolverine (Bredeson IOL Trotter can’t play on one toe forecer)!
PLEASE SHOT ME
My beer grows warm as 4 becomes 5
How long til 179 can it be?
My Bud light 30 pack gasps for air
The name Lamar Jackson rings out clear
We drafted the Ratbirds QB?!
Sorry beer goggles, it says CB
The tricks of the mind grow
187 sneaks up to show
The name on the front same as the back
Tyrie Cleveland not the Boise one
My fingers are cut as draft Bible pleas
Stop looking at defense it just isn’t meant to be
Number 244 how long can it be?
But wait I see a prospect numbered 303
A running back from Illinois state?
James Robinson?!
We have Chubb & Hunt!
But there’s Runyan & Heck on the board
AND Prosche, and 75 others I never heard of until March first….
And to all a good night
#16 Xavier McKinney S
#27 Josh Jones OT
#74 Malik Harrison LB
#76 Alex Highsmith DE
#123 Ben Bredeson IOL
#179 Lamar Jackson
#187 Tyrie Cleveland WR
#244 James Robinson RB
She dances through air
Like she’s unaware
Beauty and grace causalities
Time bows as she passes
Yet blissfully she knows not
Elegance in awkwardness
Stumble become pirouette
Hypnotic to distraction
Eyes refuse to leave
Her vision in motion
The void calls
It takes your heart
Your thoughts circle
Feelings die, reaction lives
Shadows show you light
Books read by illiterate
Become hymns change d
Verses drift chorus away
Fading to white
We’re claiming purity
Deep inside were know
Void is anything
But clean
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