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Each night she came as smoke ring mist
that floated lazy from your mouth,
crooning Tangueray poetry.
A tabletop is littered with
red playing cards and 'tater chips,
and soggy lip-rouged ciggie butts
from fiery redheads tipsy with
one too many vodka shots
to consummate a truckers' stop.
Her gin-sling sequined cocktail dress,
split up the sides & down the back,
hides nothing less from your mind's eye.
She ransomed you her miracles
the first time when you heard her sing
your favorite songs to you that night.
You raise aloft your whiskey glass;
a send-off of a time gone by,
of stains she left along the bar,
while semi-trucks downshift their loads
that flicker from the neon lights
alongside the old Interstate.
that floated lazy from your mouth,
crooning Tangueray poetry.
A tabletop is littered with
red playing cards and 'tater chips,
and soggy lip-rouged ciggie butts
from fiery redheads tipsy with
one too many vodka shots
to consummate a truckers' stop.
Her gin-sling sequined cocktail dress,
split up the sides & down the back,
hides nothing less from your mind's eye.
She ransomed you her miracles
the first time when you heard her sing
your favorite songs to you that night.
You raise aloft your whiskey glass;
a send-off of a time gone by,
of stains she left along the bar,
while semi-trucks downshift their loads
that flicker from the neon lights
alongside the old Interstate.
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Not Afraid
I am afraid.
It has been a long time since I was afraid. Afraid of the night. Afraid to go to sleep.
What am I afraid of? Oh, I know. I don't live. I only exist and I am afraid I will die before I do more than exist. The only thing is; I don't know how.
I am afraid.
I don't want to be. Fear causes you to go inside yourself. Like you put yourself in a hard shell and think you're protected there. Protected from life; from living life. But sometimes someone or something cracks your shell and you feel life and death
pouring in.
I am afraid.
I am afraid that I will be alone in this life. I am afraid that I will have to struggle for the res
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Wonderfully written.
I can see a smoky picture tinged with neon lights.
I can see a smoky picture tinged with neon lights.