Gaslight ParkA Poem by Neal SYou float like leaf into my pocket I hold you there like a fine piece of gold A child with a fresh picked flower White lace wind whistles past my face Circling me in daybreak beauty We wander gaslight park Sharp waters linger in red stone background Shrinking sun blazing low You are the queen of crystal bone Me the king of falling stars The empty night now Taste like a waking dream Obsidian moon Pushing up We strode past a liquor faced vagrant Fingers bleeding out liquid music from steel guitar Iron lips moving in typewriter lyrics You slipped him your last dollar He smiled
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Added on January 4, 2017Last Updated on January 4, 2017 AuthorNeal SMSAboutHello everyone. My name is Neal Sanford and i'm a chef from Tupelo Mississippi. I've been writing for what seems like my entire life but just of late been keeping a record of them. My main focus is po.. more..Writing
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