everlasting

By Jonathan Focht

Unending Ends, digital illustration, boy Roland

back at what I live for,

something to windowsill fidget with.

unending ends, means unwinding

& making impromptu like spiders spin webs,

connecting dots from roof to forehead.

pen-capturing a cocktail of moments.

I strut my pot belly full of poetry,

cultivate brain sparks, turn into firewords.

half my stuff doesn’t work but

I erode barriers to a true voice daily,

so before I expire I can make a mess

witnessed for generations, lasting beyond

a paycheck, a pet, security, insurance.