by Jerry Buckley

Banished to the caves again
by love's sour pickle satiation;
a listless leaking fountain pen

Angry at the world tonight,
but mostly at my self delusion;
seeking easy ways to make it right

Called to mind a Bee Gees tune
fresh picked and hauntingly familiar;
like dish must have been with the spoon

Remembering your touch and sight,
tonight, however distant ever drawn;
a lunar moth to your lantern light

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Jerry Buckley is a commercial truck agent residing and working in middle Tennessee. He is a high school and collegiate soccer official, and home brewer. He and his wife enjoy travelling together and experiencing other cultures. He enjoys the outdoor life, reading, music, and impressionistic art.

Last updated October 19, 2015