Dusk
on a sunsetting shag
Between aluminum walls
Where a vinyl heart shattered
the mokingbird sings
Detached
From a reality once carved
Into the chests of the
Gutter gods
Once speckled with stardust
And stamps
And syringes
Scream loud, O bloated one
Painted ice by Dreaming
Hold hands with the shag
if not with redemption
It's not like your glazed eyes
Ever believed in anything
Anyway.
Author notes
I dunno. I just got this still and beautifully tragic mental image the other day and felt the need to write about it.
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