littered enterprise
dangerous dump highway twelve
bishops take your queen
Tag: Memories
heart to heart
you dropped the ball
you missed an opportunity
she was reaching out
but you seemed
distracted
like you didn’t give a shit;
two frames and no pictures
math without numbers
paper without desk
water with frogs without lilies;
can only swim in cold water
long enough to take two breathes
not to waste on insincere feelings
transitional paradox
it’s hard to look you in the eyes
and tell you i failed
when all i want to do
is give you
something to be proud of
fading
loose colors
twisting the ends
slapping the packet against tired wrist
i can feel
the end
grasping against air
pressed against my throat
inching forward
bloody nails held vacant
wasp fingernails to the hive
only one queen
trespassing
broke a promise
haven’t told them yet
rounding the pillars if a cracked skull
how to rip a newspaper
over shattered glass
yellow feet
in the valley of the fallen
we have no eyes
bound by moon and leaves
we leave our mortal feet
in the valley we fall in
our souls take flight
mirror of a feat
you show before you leave
we are the valley of the fallen
song of yellow
scared moths of the flames
a thunderous bark
n will call again
in fellow yellow
years before weeks
future tense
was your only sense
so you payed twice the cents;
the river in front of your feet
was too close
could only see
trout in the stretch-
bless these knees
for that jump will be incredible
to chance the ending
before the wicked pending
silent auction
i do not remember
the last thing she said
as she walked out
with crumbled panties
and a ripped ticket stub
leap leap
jump jump
let the past be past
jump jump
the slam behind
is the closet for the nines
fines build
lines fluid
jump jump
the rope
jump jump
the broom
jump higher
higher flyer
on a billboard
off the closest exit
in the old closet
jump jump
the old days
borrow
they drink to forget
i write to remember
those are always the first two things
people give up
Saint's Muse 