acrostic ghostsongs for a bruised Jedi
\\ Emelén and Lourdes // _ only banjos please
Wounded Mammoth Walking
And I remember I was there when you lost your crown
Mornings spent watching you mend your railroadwings
Over and over and over again you tried to fly
Nothing could ever shine as you once did
Girls in your arms stars for a day in your paper sky
The spell was broken the moment you fell
Headlights caught you running across your fortune
Exhaling blue bruised and too sore to tell
Did I ever truly see your last face
Even if I let you leave me here
Arranged into silent but deformed sleepingformations
Dusting off the mirror of our endless numbered days
Poetry by Lourdes
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Written on 2007-04-26 at 01:03
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