Silver bullet

Life before and life before even then.

this is the end, the weak end,
the weekend when men seek
and seldom find,

these are the lines on my palm
where my future is written.

well,
the usual will usually be that.

Friday could be,
the pessimist would disagree
see,
is that usual?

changing?
we all are
and some
become Medusa,
somewhat of a legend.

In a mind which is a cavern
the raven circles,
ravenous.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.