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I am the bitter one.
I sit at the kitchen table
a cigarette perched in one hand
like a paint brush.
Drawing snowy ash pictures
on the rim of a coffee mug.
Photos scattered,
a map of destinations
we once traveled.
Lakes
your white windbreaker
and my sun burned skin,
Birthday parties
where our
faces are pressed so close
we could mesh into
a single entity.
Now I let
the cherry of my cigarette
glow
burning you out of my life
with every 8x10.
well
i realy liked the imagery in this one
It's last life is spent tormenting your dreams-zombie cat
You've got good taste snhobo!
I concurred.
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Love your reality bite!
This poem is excellent!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."