Some Personal Observations Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

You, know who IAm
where the hidden redwood burns
as high midnight raves

unwilling to trade
for life's frivolous trinkets
I, seek your passions

you, scream out my name
wild panting, heaving, dying
for favorite pain

your wanting wound strays
panting of another fire
behind screaming lust

last fire, glowing red
unwilling of dying heat
lays your wild scraps out

nothing of passion
is left behind, as fur flies
to midnight's willing