I danced here in hell
slept, foetal darkness of the mind
unknown recesses digging deeper into wounds
until sweat broke out on my forehead.
ticking of life outside
desires crumpled
Last chance. Fat chance.
I was a rattlesnake
a guttural sound from the heart
far off into the horizon
spinning ironies that recede with the setting sun.
1 comment:
bravo....love the pic and the poem of course :)
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