Edgar said “I’m lonely”
Brandy said “me too”
“I think I’ve lost my vision”
“And I don’t know what to do”
Life on coffee
Cigarettes
Bleary mornings
No regrets
Dopamine shuffle
Liquor slurred
Fried synapse
Wounded bird
His missing rib
Such brittle wings
Her sultry smile
Gold nose ring
He needed her
Just wanted her to know
The chance slipped through his fingers
Sleepless nights ago
“He’s the only one for me”
Precedes her painful pause
Searching for forever
Overlook the flaws
Glazed disposition
Crown of matted hair
Tender soul a rotting
Dazed
Stark despair
Mean streets
Dark
So f***ing cold
Minutes seem like hours
Teenage eyes grow old
Jungle steeped in evil
Consciousness evades
“Survival but a choice”
Says the Queen of Spades
Thirst to feel
Not merely see
No time left for sad goodbyes
He wandered aimlessly
Reckless Altar Boy
Lacerated prey
White Horse overdose
He tried too hard that day
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2008
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Be always safe,
Karen
excellent work Bill...
John
really like your poem and the rhythm in the way you
write: The chance slipped through his fingers
Sleepless nights ago.
- gene.