Evenings like these
black as a keyhole
crossing a shadow cast
on the side of the road
where the ground sleeps
dreaming of smooth stones
and nights without love
earning a dangerous living
like a breath under water
choked on the mystery
of cornbread
and a farmer's daughter
I wake up thirsty
hungry and alone.
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 9:01 PM UTC
Evenings like these
black as a keyhole
crossing a shadow cast
on the side of the road
where the ground sleeps
dreaming of smooth stones
and nights without love
earning a dangerous living
like a breath under water
choked on the mystery
of cornbread
and a farmer's daughter
I wake up thirsty
hungry and alone.
