Wednesday, January 25, 2012

when thoughts run out... poetry comes out.

17 days sitting blue
'cross the room
i barely move
there you are
but i'm here too
sorrows taste like
chewed up food.

see far away
my mind can't stay
i have roles to play
that lead me to
dusted fingerprints
on creased maps
hearts do not obey.

my eyes see stars
yet blurred by cars
and fancy cigars
ash tumble down
longing to choak
on roadmap smoke
it's time to leave this town.

go your own way,

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