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