Photo by Tess Kincaid
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Road Rash
My road worn spatial
turn of heart, my gears grinding
on the rising grade
lined with dull white stripes
and I worry will the brakes
hold on the descent?
I am pneumatic
and awash in old flood tides
so that I float high
though I bounce and roll
and then come to rest battered
on your city street
in drunken relief
beside the nativities
you offer my shade.
December 6, 2015 1:37 PM
Nicely done...thanks for sharing
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ReplyDeleteSanta coming down from the mountain? I liked the way the words flowed but...ive no idea what they were saying. teehee
ReplyDeleteI could be more explicit but then I would have to kill you. That's a messy business.
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