Lost In My WritingA Poem by CrowleyIt's pretty lost alright...Pick me last
and pay no attention
To the fact
that I am ill tempered and lost
Shake hands
with someone unformed….intellectually And treat our trysts as skeptically as a pirate’s transaction
“You ok man?”
“Yeah, yeah,
who’s asking?”
“You are.” “Oh right, let’s move on to the next question.”
Transferring
thoughts shaped like land mines
From me to
you isn’t as dangerous as it seems
If handled
correctly you have a bag of explosives To be used for moral wars at a later date
“You ok man?”
“No, no, who’s
asking?” “Father
time.” “Oh, right, that ticking is driving me insane.”
I once
grasped at the world’s sweetest cherries
And picked
flowers with pixies in open toed sandals
The craft
took hold and opened doors of pitch The goo came flooding through painfully slow…itching
“Trains
leaving.”
“Oh s**t, where’s
my ticket?”
“Sold out
love.”
“Why can’t I
just Ride?”
“Because this
world’s had enough.”
“Of what?”
“Of you…”
© 2018 CrowleyAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on July 20, 2018 Last Updated on July 20, 2018 AuthorCrowleyPhoenix, AZAboutLike to hang out with other writers and see what's what. Have met a lot of good people on this and other sites through the years. Decided to come back and do a little posting and reading. Hit me up i.. more..Writing
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