You said I had a face like
cinder blocks at sunrise:
Ash grey staining
red in the ending night.
The late winter cold
leaked down into my bones.
You pulled my hood up,
kissed me once and walked home.
I was a weak
kneed floater
that night.
It was a month to forget buried heart dents and debts.
You let me ride on the back of one more losing bet.
The deck's cut,
it's raining
outside
If I had
one more card
tucked up my sleeve, I'd lay it down
you wouldn't play
'cuz your hand's weak
Game's no fun. Folding. Heading straight out the door
Cashed in your chips and that's fine.
I'll take off and try to stay dry.
Your living room was greyscale
blue and white at midnight.
Ash on my tongue,
had X's in my eyes.
I'll choke down the bile
building up in my throat--
this mouth full of crow.
I'll walk out, grab my coat.
from your couch
turn the **** and
I'm gone.
It was a month to forget buried heart dents and debts.
You let me ride on the back of one more losing bet.
Kick up my heels, over pavement, walk home.
Half-rain and half-snow. Half a mile left to go.
the jig's up
and our steps were
all wrong.
Let's take this
time to find
some ground for standing. Thawing out,
I'll leak away
with the meltwash.
One more week draining to the Columbia
and your front step'll be dry.
...and your front step'll be dry...
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 2:19 AM UTC
You said I had a face like
cinder blocks at sunrise:
Ash grey staining
red in the ending night.
The late winter cold
leaked down into my bones.
You pulled my hood up,
kissed me once and walked home.
I was a weak
kneed floater
that night.
It was a month to forget buried heart dents and debts.
You let me ride on the back of one more losing bet.
The deck's cut,
it's raining
outside
If I had
one more card
tucked up my sleeve, I'd lay it down
you wouldn't play
'cuz your hand's weak
Game's no fun. Folding. Heading straight out the door
Cashed in your chips and that's fine.
I'll take off and try to stay dry.
Your living room was greyscale
blue and white at midnight.
Ash on my tongue,
had X's in my eyes.
I'll choke down the bile
building up in my throat--
this mouth full of crow.
I'll walk out, grab my coat.
from your couch
turn the **** and
I'm gone.
It was a month to forget buried heart dents and debts.
You let me ride on the back of one more losing bet.
Kick up my heels, over pavement, walk home.
Half-rain and half-snow. Half a mile left to go.
the jig's up
and our steps were
all wrong.
Let's take this
time to find
some ground for standing. Thawing out,
I'll leak away
with the meltwash.
One more week draining to the Columbia
and your front step'll be dry.
...and your front step'll be dry...
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