WAS

where roads collide without a living sound
last breath dreams trapped in a waterless sea
warmed by death cold marble mermaid arms reaching
through smoke gray and green fogs the quivering screens
leap like burnt lightning in gasping throats and hearts
beat a highway beat on the edge of their seats sick as doubt
die without a sound in backroads of someones long lost mind
find
yourself behind pressurized glass smash into the underpass
mist is curling, rising over concrete caressing steel
feel nerves shivering for another touch or else
blind as light
driving night
where roads collide without a living sound /*|



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2016-09-22 at 02:40

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Man you're like a composer with this stuff and the words a symphony!
2016-09-22