Aces and EightsA Poem by Burton VanGoghTrying to wrap my head around some hard news I got about a family member. This is what came out of it.Strained words Like a concrete wall Going fifty five Gray full stop Punctuating One future Heart stops Your vision Stretched blackness Falling backwards Blood settling Cooling In your veins Denial River flowing backwards Over its own banks Sweeping hope Away A tin can ripped open By a guard rail Made of s**t luck Mortality Rattlesnake sudden Dry warning Hollow rockface echoes Unstoppable sting Kiss into oblivion Paralysis It's time Slow motion ice dance Ave Maria through Plastic coated copper Neodynium One thirteen A.M. Brushing lips Against cold skin Against farewell Against inevitability So much sand Slipping away Gripped tight Flowing faster Through fingers That never learned Let go Dreams Like so many cards You won’t be dealt Just spades Aces and eights Never hearts Remission Description Never using that again One to five years A year If I do nothing… F**k it May as well Right? May as well When life gives you lemons You give life the finger And spit in its eye Rage against The dying of The light © 2014 Burton VanGogh |
StatsAuthorBurton VanGoghSomewhere, SCAbout"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for.. more..Writing
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