#495
Dragging in that
sweet splash of ash,
under the slow yellow glow
of a misting soft haze
catching the light,
i miss hearing her gentle breathe,
when she’d sleep deep beside,
i sip the bitter black back,
lean into my chair and wait
for the minutes to march me
into another fated day,
waiting for her return.
#496
How futile each strike from
my countless lists are, they
constantly grow, and multiply,
i know i can’t handle it,
i pretend i have a
manageable perception of time,
but that friendly shadow
remains forever ungrabable,
relentlessly toying with me,
but what other options stand?
To only give up, or push forth?
i hope in the end it falls
to the right hands
and someone finds a deeper worth.
#497
The most miserable man,
a shame on our modern age
a pedestal to willful ignorance,
greed, and shadowed illusion.
Conversation a swan dive into
a salty pool of frustration,
and prickling irritants,
score cards read nein, nein, nein,
A riddled mark, by the German Beast.
#498
Monday mournings,
waking on the couch,
beats still pulsating,
a dusty synopsis wheezes,
and moans, begs for
water as it fends the scent
of clouding stale booze,
their looms threaten
stormy hangovers,
and i pull a warm blanket
over my eyes, sheltered
for another five more minutes,
with the warm dreamy memories
of those two wild nights.
#499
i take a drag,
following the sip,
and blow the smoke
through caffeine soaked lips,
it’s that simple pair,
that go oh so well,
perfuming bohemian
mornings, with
that sweet smell.
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-Mr. Write