I won’t be ruled by clichés
nor metaphors of old.
The past is what plays.
I will not be sold.
No matter the past.
Call it what you want.
“The first will be last.”
Dispose of that haunt!
Let one word follow the next
like a chain gang unsentenced.
The line will never rest.
The period stays repentance.
You threw me on the tracks.
I couldn’t relax from the start.
A train ground over my acts.
I looked up and there was art.