Yesterday Can Wait.

Dead Crow

Lately he’s been seeing things,

and her.

A dizzy little disco ball

spinning round and round in the rain.

Dancing with the leaves on the trees,

changing colors and ignoring reality.

He took her panning for copper

in the walls of an abandoned building,

sharing tokes and laughs;

they spent all their hard earned money

on bubblegum flavored ice cream.

It was a mind numbing day

with a sunny afternoon calm,

right before the storm.

He took off his shoes

and she kissed his cheek

then disappeared into the

illuminating northwest mist.

On a bridge over troubled water

his heavy heart did sit,

he lit his last cigarette,

his skin crawling with bugs.

Smoke climbed from his ice cold lips

and covered the last trace of sunlight;

wearing nothing but a tired pair of black dickies

he said goodbye to tomorrow,

with a mouthful of clouds

and a hefty pinch of sarcasm.

He took one last step

laughing madly as the typewriter glowed.

  • Author: suicidalcrow.blogspot.com (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 30th, 2011 14:11
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