a heavy slog


6/25/19 12:10AM


every night i give up a dream or two

and lie awake in a trance

belching hot gas through every pore

I lament all my missed chances


sometimes i drink beer in a storm

and watch my brain bubble

the smoke cures the latent sorrow

but demons still rise from the rubble


my melody is sloppy footsteps, a groaning creaking gait

the symphony is sanguine

the conductor lost to madness

still an abyss underneath my skin


there is not one pulse in my skull today

i move on memory alone

i wonder if she still reads this

i lay down with a moan


my hardtop cruiser

lies ruined and broken

but i still drive it, the resilient bruiser

to atone for my sins

  • Author: Big Swifty (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 24th, 2019 23:21
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 11

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