Without a skinned nose,
ostriches – the lucky
ones,
that reliance has not graced
upon staggered
lines of feet,
the worm-like
growing
by
the warehouse
road front
where the humble waits,
and fear
becomes the heavenly home
you leave.
Go on and roll the tints up
in the window, block the embers
losing glow
for unforeseen
misfortune.
There’s oblivion
for comfort, hope, for not yet
zero self esteem.
Even after
it is
5 O’clock
there is no dream,
and there is
never
enough.
© A2Kdavis (K Davis) 2017
still like this
Hehe…darker than ever, huh? Thanks Mark, it’s good to be making noise here again 🙂
hope, for not yet
zero self esteem.
Even after
it is
5 O’clock
there is no dream,
and there is
never
enough.
these closing lines are especially strong i think. Good to hear from you K. You’re darker than ever