Without logo B.S., could we again sell?
Can we create without producing as well?
It’s a drag & I mind it; that is allowed.
I wish I were heard, but, poetry’s not loud.
A patron might; yet, I know no names.
I’ve never excelled at fanning passion’s flames.
Blind to chances; like sand, slipped thru my fingers.
I can feel them fall & what we miss…lingers.
So…searing the flesh of works in my hand?
Yeah…I think, just right now, I’ll make my own brand.

