Drivin’ a truck
That no way wants to be driven,
Followin’ a blacktop route
That, you got it, is damned-down
Difficult to follow;
Strugglin’ to remember
What just cannot be remembered:
Drivin’ a truck
That no way wants to be driven,
Followin’ a blacktop route
That, you got it, is damned-down
Difficult to follow;
Strugglin’ to remember
What just cannot be remembered:
Between sharp-sting showers
We all stare intently into
The February-end fire heart
Hoping to glimpse a little of the sun.
In that Damascus road
Moment of realisation Continue reading
Tomorrow’s dawn should find me
On the Yellow Card Road:
Framed, guiltless but shamed
Between the rising, rain-filtered sun
And what I already knew. Continue reading
Sun, bright redeeming sun
Shocks and surprises me this dawn
As I patiently creep between
The long made bed and
The one I am slowly building. Continue reading
The blood,
The hours
They spill
So quiet,
So quick.
And they
Run, run, run
Like tears
From the sun:
In the way the moon
Is proof of the sun
You are the heart of me,
The ladder that
Helps me fall safely.
Darkness is nothing
Without the promise
Of light.
6/5/2012
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