the flash struck…
visions, havoc in harmony
alone with only foreign
moments and disdain
for how it all played out
tell me how black-and-white
your anchored heart is
you thought you knew
how it would all end
can this bottle of wine
wash away all those memories
the night grips me
comforting and watching from afar
driven blind madness
follows you and clothes
your naked soul
that childish feeling of
stopping nowhere
near euphoria
or a black out prison
tired on a narrow porch
help me keep the pioneers
that decline civility
embrace nomadic lifestyles
and rule penned mysteries
deny these thoughts
that keep me
from abhorrent guidance
and the marketplace of
territorial wonders
and listen to noise
from the great eye
on a narrow porch





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