You are a grey guitar
wailing
a sandstorm
adding the grit to my teeth
a white pearl necklace
falling over a lady's bare chest
A lonely birthday
where no one calls but the deskman
I asked you
so I knew.
I turned you
from a cherry sweet Sunday
to this.
Look!
What have you done to my pleasant canyon dream?
I woke, and snoozed the alarm four times this morning.
Each time,
last night was still there
boring into me
a metal casket
creaking open and then
finally
CRASH
closing shut.
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 4:31 AM UTC
You are a grey guitar
wailing
a sandstorm
adding the grit to my teeth
a white pearl necklace
falling over a lady's bare chest
A lonely birthday
where no one calls but the deskman
I asked you
so I knew.
I turned you
from a cherry sweet Sunday
to this.
Look!
What have you done to my pleasant canyon dream?
I woke, and snoozed the alarm four times this morning.
Each time,
last night was still there
boring into me
a metal casket
creaking open and then
finally
CRASH
closing shut.
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