When you start down
this path in your head
your lips will begin to curl
as you hit the ragged edges
of dusty dirt back roads
and the daily dose of air
gives sway to sweat and tears
This is where you'll find it
ready to uncoil around
your unfurling heart
You were expecting
something rather contrary
I know you were
Intoxicating honeycomb
sweet magnolia and open fields
all unfolds in a split second
when those false images darken
into a smokey swirling sky
Those black ink tattoos on your wrist
of noseeums and leeches
render you lifeless
so you are too stoned to notice
somebody else is singing your blues
You want to tell me you love me
but all I've left is my shadow
across your closed lids
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Comments: 19
Thank you submitting to Gathers Luminous Writers and Artists.
Sadness breathes life into the genre and you give breath to the words.
I think I will cut and past this one.
Thank you, friend.
Thanks for sharing and submitting to
The Surreal Circus.
LOVE it!