midnight wakings
by Robertsnw
Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-06-24 18:15:00
mad roaring hip nights
unconcious steaming blood vessels
head bowed in drunk prayer to wet bar
no napkin
annointed by waste
self waste
cardboard piling up
rusting over valor
shields that proved to be worth less
than time given
such are the ways
the ways
break neck backwards to see if shadows are real
paranoid of truth
yet remaining thirsty
purse lips to amoeba and wander visions
paint landscape with a missing thumb
embossed to road travel
take me
serve me
be served