It

asphalt

I found it in my bag
A heavier piece of my head
A punctual pain weighs down
Later evenings’ sagging breadth
Summon the feathers
I want to fly
A nightjar’s words can wait
For warmth and desire
I’m sure I’ve heard some one cry
This monsoon washing it away
This wind roughing against it
Too late for it to confide
It’s not if it’s true
It’s not even if it’s right
The strength that it must resign
It’s just like when you’re tired

Followed me to the home
I slept with it again … last night

DopeBeastie

with jaw on floor
i'll attempt to say

rock
the fuck
on


it's an awesome piece...

"This wind roughing against it"...

damn, that's a good line!


love your work


Rachel

Ali

Very abstract.Should be hanging in a museum next to a Picasso.

asphalt

thanks rachel and ali ....

i'm still on IT ..... i swear

DopeBeastie

dare I ask what IT is????

asphalt

it's ......... everything that's stuck in my head
from infatuation to insignificance