Extricating Actualism

I thought that maybe
I would be able to say

something tonight

while we brandish
thin, callousness

Remarking on
keen intuition and
biting stares

Hollow eyes could never know
the flavor of a whiskey
burnt smile

Slurred over by

aching, wistfulness

We weren't hungover
only frightened of what

might come next

Tomorrow might hold
a new dawn
That terrified
screeching
of a thousand
Highs
borrowed goodbyes

Who can ever know
how this path might
bend

I tried to
wish on rainbows

hoping that sunshine
might
illuminate the darkness

But when we stood around
a circle
full of fools and
incarceration

We prayed, hands folded
eyes peering out
into the bleak,
The unknown

I think we're all uncertain
plaster faces,
sun damaged skin and
clenched fists.We're falling

twisting our flesh with
rotten
dew drops
borne of the weakest, the
most incomprehensible

I'll take your slender
fingers
like racing unencumbered
thoughts
flying against the wind

Dance beneath the
sky tonight
with scattered stars
and a frowning moon

I'll take those mescaline
highs 

Fluttering mind f***s

If you smile

one
more

time.

Author's Note

..are you there?

Reviews

[Rikkevi Rue]

it takes me on a wild race of thought, fast curves, near collisions, sudden screeching skids...woa! I particularly like your use of similes. Aptitude about one zillion! The emotional impact is determined by the degree of excellence in technical execution...yours is ABOVE adequate

[Aven]

hmm, very interesting choice of words at the end, hehe. one thing that I like about you is that you have found your flow... this is the kind of poetry that you feel comfortable with writing, and so the reader feels comfortable with reading it too. :)

[Robin]

a melancholic heartsong that stirs the soul ~ one of your best

[Cynthia]

Amazing Write, What I can Say

[Kelley]

incredible is all I can say.........smiles

[benzohol]

"Unencumbered thoughts."

That's whiskey, alright.

I love your adjectives.

[David W Moore III]

a smile, a laugh, truly touching someone, these are the little things we forget we need. nice piece

[Coyote Poetry]

Wow. Your words took me a a wild field trip in your words.
"but that terrified
screeching
of a thousand
highs
borrowed goodbyes"
So many lines stood out. A wild ending. Sometime we will go to hell to make someone happy. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Norma M Sutton]

Interesting