Strangle your hold against
me
cut the ropes
and set me free.
Two more cities
in two nights
dial tone
on repeat.
Home a foreign
wasteland
perfume and your
pillow are over seas.
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Writing, Ideas, & Stories
Strangle your hold against
me
cut the ropes
and set me free.
Two more cities
in two nights
dial tone
on repeat.
Home a foreign
wasteland
perfume and your
pillow are over seas.
`
Demanding a match
to bring the rain
tonight.
The forest to regrow
over packed mall
parking lots.
The time to tick
backwards
into a sun-dial.
The pendant she
lost
over the melting pot.
I lay awake
wondering
why you put down
our candle.
It burned the brightest.
Planes would fly
low
to greet us.
Even as the candle
flickered
you held it close.
The smoke from the snuff
fills my lungs with questions
left unanswered and
a hazardous
cough.
Stop your crying baby
it’s just a sign,
a sign to put down the screen
run for the keys
get away.
We knew
when we started
this place
will be our ruin.
Running from
the bullets, will
we ever
learn?
We got to
get away.
Musics got me feeling so free
waving goodbye to yesterdays
beats.
Free keys and
free strings and
sing free.
Bleeding round trip in
spontaneous darkness.
Tragedy doesn’t strike
two nights in a row.
Loves finger tips dances
on the hair of my
bruised thighs.
Or was it loss.
The bulb flickers
passionately before
my pupils roll back.
Seeking the sea king for
scalding redemption.
Shaking off thee
shattered glass
and watching the
remaining shards
meet the Earth.
The mirror doesn’t
show my reflection
like it used too.
Sleep,
Sleep through the pounding slow
and the beating drums.
Sleep my child.
The bleeding Earth will
clot soon to your swoon
and the moon will relieve
Earth’s doom.
Sleep,
Sleep through the marble chains
and the beating drum.
Sleep my child.
Stockings cut at the toe
before they could walk in my shoes.