(c) 2020 Howard Dart Humeston
Serenity flees from me
stupid bitch that she is
I’ve chased her through
this short bus world
but she is mightily
flee footed
I found her a few times
at the bottom of a vodka bottle
but such peace
was short lived and left
my soul dehydrated
I would cease my chasing
if I could, but the hope
of her capture is as strong
as my pain, and the hope is all
I cling to.