The shades of me
lately make up
A quiet shushed
backwoods song
Of
better-late-than-never blues
Sad-sea-sick-goodbye
greens
And
bad-days-won’t-get-me-down browns.
My cheeks speak of
Sun-kissed reasons
That love is easier
to understand
It if leaves at the
turn of a season,
But tornado thoughts
Tear through my mind
During the hours
I am the weakest..
(7am-10:22pm)
I am left ravaged
Split into two
crumbled conclusions
& the dark makes
the colors
much harder to find.
So we sift it out
All day/night
Burn bridges, yell
louder
Smile/skip/kick out
the gray…
I was the one to
leave
& you were
usually right.
And in my bed I know
I can simply escape
Blankets overhead
I’m dreaming
Of new landscape.
Swallowing those:
Failed-you-more-than-once feelings
Breaking all the
blues/baby-come-back ious
On my back teeth
But hey,
I’ve got a date with
the man on the moon
So please don’t wait
up/hold your breath/hang around
There is much time to
sip
And redwine to waste
& I’m not
planning on coming home
anytime close to
soon.
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