Days

I drove a long way

to watch the dust turn around in the wind

This copper taste on my tongue

is a casual change from pain.

Along the east side and

beyond the pavement,

the streams cut through valleys

and the songs live in trees.

 

This ain't gonna stop.

 

Boots shuffle on

as do the days.

It's a jarring sentiment

and a fluke.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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anexod's picture

this ain't gonna stop.

this ain't gonna stop. *thumbs up*

orangejumpsuit's picture

to say the least sister

I dont know if i ever commented on one of your poems before but the last bit of your poem was really cool. I think this poem was the best thing you wrote that I read. right on man

life_used_to_be_lifelike's picture

As always my love, you

As always my love, you astound me. 


"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.