dollar here, dollar there

There you were when the lights dimmed
to shadow your frame for the corners
with eyes. Does the music go away
when you start to dance, perhaps allowing
you to be free of dirty hands clutching
at your fleshy exposed soul?
Another song, another dollar to give
a little extra to the suit with the rolex eyes
and the green fingers that ooze cash
for you to drown in one more time.

 

bottled

sweat
breathe
faster
repeat
faster
repeat
sweat
look for the bottle
sweat
dry as my lips
too many tremors
just a sip
too much
sweat
i tried to swallow
couldnt find the air
breathe
smoke
sweat
broke the bottle
no more
breathe
smoke
sweat
save me
from
myself

 

first of the last

December came without warning,
the wind waving winter as a shield
to block the path your mind
was walking. It's the first
of the last, have you accomplished
what the pen promised
on the eve of the year passing?
You can't remember November,
still stuck behind the breeze.
Push. Keep moving.
Never forget what the days past
teachings embedded on your mind.
Never was a world away,
sinking with the movement
of a second hand gone mad.
I went last.
You go first.

 

[shadowed]

Take the cover from my eyes
so I may stare blinded in light
that should have faded
with the fall of the sun
over the field's rows of answers.
The red god wept crimson shadows
leaping in the flames
as a wavebreak memory,
shotgunned
to take bated breath away,
to make you sway drunken
in the blurred light.
You are a face on the stage,
screaming mute for your turn
to be remembered.
Yesterday fell behind your shadow
walking close in pace
with the rhythm
of your darting eyes.
Feel safe in the empty promise
of tomorrow, a day away
the shadow runs with the sunrise
waiting for your crooked smile
to once more grace the stage.

 

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