The Muse and the Gallows

More rhyme than reason.

i'm the graffiti on the overpass,
and you're whatever spraypaint's left.

i'm a blurring, slurring silhouette
on a stretch of road just outside town
like a six-string soul played out of tune
by a man still drunk on your perfume
without even a song or two
he'd rather not forget

i'm the solemn, falling minor chords
and you're a ghost beneath a bridge.

you'll find me bouncing like an echo,
caught in between extremes
of filthy little optimists
and dead-end little dreams,
with nothing left in me to show
for my fading lover's screams
but empty-bottle apathy
and recycled self-esteem.

i could have been a favorite lyric,
instead of just an epitaph.

Reviews

[roarke]

Missed this one, haven't seen you around for a while. This is a great poem to read while enjoying a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon.

[Robin]

that second stanza - yeah

music is the language of emotion , this is poetry of that music

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

gad~ your metaphorical prowess is eerie~in a completely emotionally transcendant form~

[Saraplenty]

F****n fire man!