mirror

 

 

i know the cravings in the dusty house

as the anaemic moments sneak away . . . 

shadows that caress like a cruel lover

fueled by a desire to recover

all the things i was never meant to say

and the old man chants love songs to the wind – 

the last stronghold of a dying culture

a paltry meal not fit for a vulture

a loose bag of bones encased in red skin

to me with my youth and my cleverness

he is a wraith offering a sacred pipe

telling me that the moment is now ripe

amused by my obvious lack of faith

he laughs out loud and blows smoke in my face

i know that moment like a root canal

it blisters my brain like cheyenne champagne

it blisters my brain like cheyenne champagne

i know that moment like a root canal

he laughs out loud and blows smoke in my face

amused by my obvious lack of faith

telling me that the moment is now ripe

he is a wraith offering a sacred pipe

to me with my youth and my cleverness

a loose bag of bones encased in red skin

a paltry meal not fit for a vulture

the last stronghold of a dying culture

and the old man chants love songs to the wind – 

all the words i was never meant to say

fueled by a desire to recover

shadows that caress like a cruel lover

as the anaemic moments sneak away . . . 

i know the cravings in the dusty house

Reviews

[Emily B]

Hadn't stopped by to read your words in a while. . .

I can't say enough about how vividly your words walked off the page to meet me.