La Rocca

All i have's this journal that i write
sketches of a 20-something life
glory pieces shining on a page
boxing night of disappointing rage
legends never leave an ounce of flesh
colour fades a memory like death
i mistook with all the sense i had
words laid down in mornings' turning sad
left a window seat for who may pass
long to see a skirt or cotton blouse
inside of a womans' changing room
got invited back, gave opinion too
coloured queen a winters' night in a bath
can you feel this prose tease out a laugh
all i have's this journal that i write
sketches of a 20-something life
never got to see the mighty sands
settled for a back-row in the stands
many New Years Eves' i spent alone
shaking with the fear while crawling home
digging even deeper down for oil
to fuel the fires roaring in my soul
of course i wanted credit where its' due