near death

August 24, 2010

blue eyed fury

make believe father

brick to my head

possessed no angels

who then?

choke, your skin

my bloody breath

a picture of your daughter

dashboard gasoline thoughts

truck stop 76 last supper

soaked unaided screams

die alone last wood rites

light me on fire wish

naked clothes pile

transient never missed

nodoz popping family

serial truck

i live

One Response to “near death”

  1. Jingle said

    divine imagery,
    lovely poem!

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