The Last Chance
When my demons come for me
I won’t go with them willfully.
When my demons come for me
They chase my shade eternally
to holler and bellow
“Submit and follow.”
When my demons find my shadow
all weak, my gut hollow…
When my demons come for me
I won’t go with them willfully.
When my demons come for me
They chase my shade eternally
to holler and bellow
“Submit and follow.”
When my demons find my shadow
all weak, my gut hollow…
My little moon
Dance
Moon bright
Pure night
Snow quiet
Deep
Miles of air
Frozen
To frame this night
Do-what the music dictates
Do-what… Do-what
Don’t know! Don’t think! Don’t wrong! Don’t drink!
Don’t fear! Don’t quake! Don’t doubt! Don’t ache!
Don’t break! Don’t forsake! Don’t! Won’t!
Don’t green! Don’t blue! Don’t mean! Don’t sue!
Don’t you!…
But what happens when a baby dies…
is that capitalized?
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The eyes make a woman
somehow surreal
dark and devilish
somehow drastic
in their opposition
to the cool curves
of the slick mountain
roads I followed
up and down…
I love espresso,
So sweet and so strong.
My eyebrows dance
As I sip soft blackness,
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