In and around myself, gone adrift,
AWOL to social norms and mores…
I was perfecting human error, if asked,
the little rebel without a get-out clause,
the born loser bearing loss and the cost of it.
Last millennia, at the turn of the century,
and still the memory welts and weals.
A fog defined by lack of definition.
A blur from living with both eyes smashed.
Lunatic-saint baptized a hero-victim.
Until the hour comes upon me
and death is the fold.
When I see how the precious things
were there to be wasted.
Bruce McRae, a Canadian musician currently residing on Salt Spring Island BC, is a multiple Pushcart nominee with over 1,400 poems published internationally in magazines such as Poetry, Rattle and the North American Review. His books are The So-Called Sonnets (Silenced Press); An Unbecoming Fit Of Frenzy (Cawing Crow Press); Like As If (Pski’s Porch); Hearsay (The Poet’s Haven).