Here I am in a graveyard state of being
I tell you baby, I don't mind dying.
A blues song comes to memory
you know where I'm coming from.

My barbwire strung from Peru to Timbuktu,
walking in circles illusions a plenty,
seeing stardust out my car window
floating in silver sparkles
looking like butterfly dreams

Allusions playing tricks on my psyche
my blood stained mind in overdrive.
I can't get out of my head from thinking
dehydrating in a desert of mourning.

Water, water, not a drop to drink
where's a pill, a rope, a knife?
I've finally reached my brink.

So I walk my fields of barbwire
with a rattlesnake for a friend
I see the skies in falling lights
could it be an alien, an angel, or a witch
lost in flight?

She reaches out to touch my head
a warmth has filled my soul
finally, I sleep from my distant fall.

The following was featured in my With Pen In Hand Series book 1. To John Donne And Other Poetic Letters. Available . Synergebooks and other fine bookstores.

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