h.s. riddle of now

frenetic lexicon
held close to one's heart
as it bleeds
and dies
it simply drains to nothing's
grip of empty
shattered glass
of a break in
in brooklyn
never in l.a.
too many bars
too much notariety
to let one
just shatter shards
and drift away
there must be signatures that lead one to believe
that advancement must come
here
there
and everywhere
to the dizzy point blank barrel of misconception
that's alright by me
not in my yard
my house
my neighborhood
hood
and certainly not under my sweatshirt
where they have been known
to want to be
with me