#75
Tomorrow, tomorrow. i’m coming swinging
sights scoped, trigger itching
moments passing, can’t wait, wishing
through my fists, ringing the day
like a bell, breaking knuckles, breaking sweats,
i can feel it in my chest,
waited for the fires, now i’m raising the dead
from kindling- if the doors are locked i’m breaking
bolts, or windows, or whatever is used to hold
tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
from today.
#76
My Ruby beauty,
the scarlet of my heart,
guiding light, warm hearth,
safety within the darkness,
My Ruby knew me,
drop dead red from the start,
raising blood pressure
raising temperature
Dear Ruby, your’s truly
#77
i feel much fresher
i feel freed,
now that i removed
the words harboured
inside of me.
i feel flossed,
polished and messaged,
ready for more clippings
citations, dog-eared pages
drafts collaged.
thank my friends for the venue.
thank my idols for the vision.
thank myself for carefully
extracting whats been hidden within.
#78
Sometimes, there is a whole lot
of dialogue
i guess, people just
prefer to say,
to speak,
rather then see.
Living in quotations,
for better,
for worse.
#79
You’ve gotta set the mood
find the sound to remove
that cloud, the right
sounds and the correct words
will pour, fingers ache,
the right music will help,
i’m sure of it.
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wazoo!
-Mr. Write