Happy Birthday to the Boss of all seeking soulfulness. 


 


 

Shall I become

lost

so you can be

found?

 

by Kelly Leichert

published September 22, 2021



 

The Prince

 

with a birth royal

no need to toil

hands unsoiled

foil-less

 

sun god eclipsed

cosmic ellipse

provides no escape

eternally

 

bound by blood

wounds flooding 

a mind muddied

by madness

 

the fall descending

as we pretend

thought defends

us from endings

 

    the regal crown

    later to be found

    worn around 

    a clown's neck

 

all that respect

now undetected

our neglect 

is intersecting 

 

an abdication

this lost nation

of relationships

in disintegration

 

verse and painting by Kelly Leichert

published September 22, 2021