Poetry · Writing

Dreamy Eyes

I don’t think

I can keep my mind straight

freight train

ride along blast through cities

all rear no holding on tight.

Can’t remember the last time

you stayed over for a past night

last life- won’t miss it for a past crime.

Tied to the tracks with a foul mouth

won’t die quiet or count time

speed demon- never cash out

call it quits when I turn grey

here tomorrow till I stand out.

Challenge the sun won’t rise

break a promise and four ties

swing lemons and two lies.

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