Thought provoking perspective. Love this. Great imagery. Great questions. What is he desperate for?


like suffocating in a hot car

I waded through your distant causeway

You, so gallant

weighted against the faded hood

the shining metal blinded

reflecting the long mirage

like synapses

these distances

create a prized silence

the cradle of our youth

swaying further away

underneath the streetlights

shadows pass like a veil

another crux

another dirty bar

we rattled on about the day’s headlines

avoiding any mention of what had passed

these streets are filled with desperate men

what does it matter

if there’s one more

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