I hear your voice reverberate
in my hollow skull
as I follow the fall line trail
sweat and blood and adrenaline
grunting and aching
I am expressing my yearning
with my body alone
and I am only alive in the small moment
the rest is a disingenuous composite
a tar paper and plywood existence
with the winds coming
and
I can feel the rain bleeding through
I am an erratic sterophonic mess
and
the wind blows right through me
No comments:
Post a Comment