keep it clever, So in trying to stay with that.... short and sweet tonight amigo's.
A desire and a dream... you and I on a night train baby.
As we veer off into the darkness.
Having let the steering wheel go hours before.
I swear in these moments I can smell the perfume on you.
I can almost hear the music in your laugh.
My skeleton shivers and desperately yearns to climb out of this fat body
and go running off into the night.
But my heart and soul emotionally decline.
I keep a small photograph of you in my back pocket, your head torn off at the neck.
Which is OK, because the day you climbed into that photo booth your hair and smile had
been perfect but your dress had been horrendous and tacky.
These days I find it so damn easy to lose control.
So easy to let go of the steering wheel.
When did you become that little lucid dream just out of my reach?
I have failed you yet again...
as the car careens into a ditch and my skeleton finally sees it's wish come true.
Goodnight,
Captain PirateFace
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1 comment:
If only letting that steering wheel go, wasn;t the easy way out.
Sheri
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