my face is on the ground
cheek printing dirt art
eyes wide and dry
with thick thoughts pooling
mudmademudman……
wondering sadly
do you really think that?
inky bitumen
winds sticky through my heart
lips pit together
in a tremble
of
tired and tacky wordlessness
somewhere in a well lit cell
my mind spits sharply
firing wildly
heeding no one now
bum forward heels back
who do you think you are ?
as for me well I am just a kid
innocent and in love
sifting through betrayal
face down in the dirt
toes in the clouds
pretending not to care
or notice
……..that you really might think that
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Two additional fine pieces of art (poem and drawing) for us to enjoy…many thanks.
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I love to write knowing there is an appreciative audience, so thankYOU xxx
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