Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Wait A Minute

It got old sleeping on cement
tiring night after night.
Daytime, the town was a huge dump.
Another regime change.
Future dreams.  At night
we made real plans. Stars and all.

Pillows of dust and blankets of blood
were everywhere.  How
could this happen
while you are pondering this
I am running out of everything
chasing my life down the road.

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