Down the red eye
moon barrel
Dusty
with yesterday's song
Watching us
weeping
Keeping vigil
all night long
We wrestle
with black licorice teardrops
and costumes
of pain
worn out
on streets here
where fear
remains
and we are no savages
yet we walk near
as the monster lurks
in a window above
Each patron dancing
in oblivious boots
was unaware of the thief
who is
unsympathetic of love
(October 1st, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
