You traitor,

black haired

pirate

to my

heart,

leaving my

soul empty

blue,

blind to

even faith.


and it is

going to

be a day

that I

must say no

to the

morning.

sky looking

to spit over

these colonial

hills and

memories

of you.


that lie

like a raggedy Anne

doll with a

black cold

dead expression

upon it's

face.

now standing

next to

this iron

laid railroad

line.


I will lose

myself

again

in you,


in the  

next beggar's

town that this

track

will carry

me to.

unraveling

before my

eyes ,


in this

tangled yarn

kind of day.