Far, far away

The lingering effects
call out my name
to burn cast in flames
beneath the smile
under unrelenting agony
passed on by
everyone...

Place the blame
sit and watch
as it devours minds
left behind
afflicted shadows
running after
the face held pure
but no one knows
when the hunter dies
because he left alone
begging no son of mine
could ever change


four score and a million months
and the monologue continues
like my cigarette ashes
dropping in my drink
served on ice
resting on rocks
on an enchanted shore line
with a news reel
playing on loop
as the waves wash
all to eyes beholding
far, far away.