P.D.

I stand desperate like,

A musician through a jingle,

A painter on a billboard,

A racer at a cab-wheel,

An agnostic in a church band,

A believer with a thorny crown,

A nudist draped in coal-tar,

An actor pretending to get along,

A seer with a member-less retinue,

A seed strewn haphazard in a lifeless drought,

A thinker as a trite cog,

A poet drowned in wordless pools,

And as a romantic in damned solitude,

I persist.