Abandoned but not alone
Beaten, but past the point of no return is the sea
Finding the way to the sea
Torrid, filthy, terrifying, exhilarating
Treacherous
The Greek chorus telling the tale
Not thriving but surviving
This whole night’s been bad and you’re just a part of it
Such fearsome want
Despite themselves
Spinning thoughts hurled out in epithets
Spray painted by a revolutionary
Proclaiming gibberish
Too cool to translate
When even they don’t recall the meaning
They’re so far down; they’re not even on the map
Drawn together inexorably
Follies of boys
Fighting for ten square feet of ground
It’s still on
Bloodied
Who wants to hide
Exhausted
The future is ours
Demoralized
What about me, baby
Pushing on numbly
I’m having a good time, let’s go
You never know what you’re gonna run into out there
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not frightened
I’m not frightened of the dark
or of the whispering wind as we fly high above the treetops
I have no fear of falling
or of giving up
I’m not afraid of pain real or imagined
in your arms
this night is full of magic
I only fear I will forget
these moments that seem to gilded to be true
moody ruing
it’s so easy, too easy
to share when it’s just words
but try to pry open my heart
you’ll find it’s a messy business
filled with unsolicited soliloquies
and moody ruing
corner store #1
there’s a cowboy at the corner store
a showgirl in his truck
he’s dusty from the trail
she’s covered in stale glitter
I can think of six stories
and two limericks
right away
but catching his sad eyes
and her vacuous gaze at the horizon
I reckon on leaving their story
just a picture in my mind
The Word Rummager 