Abora

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



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