New Nowhere

New Nowhere

 

Tired of

waiting for
my demons to
eat me

I plot my zig-zag course
through flailing
bodies and crucified
prayers

I need to

walk down 
a random trail
to a find a new

nowhere

I believe you’ll

be there

smiling

 

I’m like a wounded dog

who has forgotten

who kicked him

but, yes

you’ll be there

with your arms spread

and your love pouring

out like salvation

just a bullet away

from paradise

or hell

warm mouth imbued
with whiskey and a

blood red song built of 
sexy lies and hot breath

so hungry

so real

and yet
nothing is clear
enough to
believe in

we’re just stupid

kids crossing

a rickety rope bridge

over a deep & jagged

canyon

our plunge

awaits

 

a thread’s burst

from glory

and

destruction

Reviews

[OT]

ooo dark beauty to this one - that all to heard about haunting seen - whisky on the lips - music on the ears... hands on the end... oh the twist

brilliant imagery throughout - the dog being kicked is so clever!! ha mans best friend... nice, nice, nice!!

[Robin]

This is the adventurers song at least i read it that way , some think we are stupid for what we do and why , but anything to find that new nowhere ... guts and glory ...

[Kerry O'Connor]

I thought this poem was leading in a happily ever after direction, then the switch from paradise to hell..
we’re just stupid
kids crossing
a rickety rope bridge
over a deep & jagged
canyon ...

Damn, but the truth hurts.

[heido]

"our love pouring out like salvation."

I loved that bit. Incredibly true of the nature of love to take and take and take and forget to give back to us what we're putting out.