awkward contemplation

above: voice of wind

below: strum of wheels on stone

within: thumping pulse

 

an awkward song

like a duck with no feet

 

forehead pressed to a lonesome window

there was a red car bleeding smoky memories

I did not know the make or model

but I understood the pain so well

 

the red car was there

then it was gone forever

I thought of my faith

 

an awkward faith

like a wolf with no teeth

 

lost my grip on this contemplation

my temple collapsed,  then rose again to slap me

I did not know the lesson’s purpose

but I understood the pain so well

 

above: dance of rain

below: ticklish tires rolling

within: mad laughter

 

an awkward joke

like a smile with no face

Reviews

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

- there was a red car bleeding smoky memories - a line to remember, a well placed piece, clever construction and easy to read. Your sense of seperate thought leaves a pleasant taste in ones mouth, well done, good read.