
we're old souls, and pathetic roles in a faux broadway show
Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Drama - Words: 147 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 12-24-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2982441
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motions in sequence
slow blue dawning
of an age of another kind, another mind
your eyes tip, sands of time, hourglass thought process
dance with me, waltz
heavy hearts and heavy lovers
full of dim recesses
black cherry scented
tastes of ocean water that
break the atmosphere
splash the stars, acidic rain
glistening porch light
stalking up the driveway
knocking, once, twice,
thrice, four times,
"come in, come in,"
ragged land
how thoughtful, you are
offering a drink, bourbon
or maybe scotch
liquors line these ancient hallways
holding my breath
you smell like
gasoline
not a dream,
day old stubble
midnight rain
lover's quarrel down the street,
and we laugh like hyenas thinking
god we're lucky
but we're not,
in fact,
we're just
lonely souls and
far too old, so come, come in
dance with me and we'll
waltz to our graves.
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