what went before remains forever
for F.N. Wright

I read about
the music sluts
flight to freedom
in the whorehouse
big motorcycles
wild, wild women
money-grabbing bosses
tall pitchers of beer
shot glasses
hitting the bar counter
and the smell of tobacco
laced with green

the veteran was
still fighting
for the cause


not firing bullets
but words at paper

a soul that was a poem

the swirling colours
on the canvas
show a gentler side

we live to express ourselves
and only live
if we express ourselves

the sun must set
but what went before
remains forever