You May Press The Reset Button Now by Wayne Russell

Time gallops away in rebuttal, 

the ocean is something of a 

sledge hammer in my dreams.

Youth down by the pulsating 

riverside, oceans undertow,

snarling jaws or wilderness?

Take your pick

My parents didn't want me,

my siblings I never knew, I 

was a toddler when the the

Sunshine State gave me a

brand new home in the lost

and found.

Time is a thief, and I am the 

candle, worthless; burning at 

both ends. 

Death awaits us all, just 

around the corner; a dilapidated

crescendo circus, a pantomime;

a joke.

Mad times running along with

her mascara, and smudged red 

lipstick, thin and trickling from

dead eyes, draining from mouth

agape, into the drainage of

opium paradise.  

We are all the fools wandering,

translucent, luminous ghost behold,

shanty town broken necklaces.

We are stains composed from shattered

whiskey bottles and shredded time,

wasted, wasted, and lobbed on down

the ghetto into the next generation;

press the reset button now.  

Wayne Russell has been published in many zines, magazines, anthologies, both online and in print. In his spare time he likes to practice his guitar, sing, creative writing, and photography. Waynes first full length poetry book Where Angels Fear can be purchased on Amazon.