decades light to
light fire to...
some dream
I lived years
and years ago
An empty court
with a torn net
a basketball
just rolls and
rolls on it's own
Now I've got
lightning struck
witch's luck
and I'm falling
A trigger finger
resolution in me
Keeps reciting
some poem
I don't know
and shadows
make faces
on the nicotine
stained walls
Sleep to dream
of only steal
coal smell air
while trees
rush by in
silver, grey
and bronze
like a rusty
razor I kept
in ninety nine
praying these
tendencies
don't become
habits again
I'd settle with
a handshake
afterlife now
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