..
We breathe fire. Leave
ash in our wake. Wake the dawn
with our desire
for scarlet smoke. We’re
broke, but we don’t care. We
stare into the sun, laugh
at the moon’s penchant
for melting away. We
say what we mean
and preen what we say
with significant feathers.
Whether you believe us
or not, we’re rotten
to the core, wanting more
than all this asphalt skin
and tumble here-there
wrong. We’re far gone,
but we’re near.
And
we are still
,
waiting for the moment
when the sign says
You Are Here.
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Prompted by Poetic Asides.
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“asphalt skin” and “tumble here-there” … great phrases
LOVE this! Most especially: “laugh
at the moon’s penchant
for melting away” and
“preen what we say
with significant feathers”
Brilliant!
And we are still
waiting for the moment
There are elements around one that can’t seem to get along with others for whatever reasons. They bid their time to pounce on others. Very observant De!
Hank
I adore that third stanza!
This rolls along coming to a perfect stop.