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wild west some days
sat up in the explosion
tasting corrosion
smelling rust
eyes refusing to bleed
another dreamer defeated
eroded in coffee creamer
watching young nights
get older, in exhaled smoke
filling rooms
through reflections
of refractions
from laptop night lights
facing a full length mirror
existing in a wooden box
without any serious locks
cracks
won't deny anything - either
the paint work, a disaster
better served as plain plaster
the years
tattooed
like academic blazer scrolls
-the tar in the veins
brewed blood
through stinging ears
alive in the ringing
dead in the living
Published 14th Mar 2022
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14th Mar 2022 10:21am
It’s the title that says more for me.
I considered that for a bit. How it’s Wild West only some days. All action, all gun fights and glory… and others… dead cowboys. Says a lot.
The existing in a wooden box stanza (aside from the death metaphor) related very much to my own life. Not what you intended, I’m sure, but my OCD kinda makes me almost hypersensitive to detail. Angles and switches and dials are the worst because I get fixated with them. That doesn’t deny anything either. So I kinda related to that.
There’s a hefty dose of realism here that doesn’t shy away from anything, and I won’t say beautiful because it’s an over used word, but it feels very pure. And that’s what I’ll take from this.
☀️ ☀️ ——> Take these so you can always find some light 😊
Thank you for sharing.
-M
I considered that for a bit. How it’s Wild West only some days. All action, all gun fights and glory… and others… dead cowboys. Says a lot.
The existing in a wooden box stanza (aside from the death metaphor) related very much to my own life. Not what you intended, I’m sure, but my OCD kinda makes me almost hypersensitive to detail. Angles and switches and dials are the worst because I get fixated with them. That doesn’t deny anything either. So I kinda related to that.
There’s a hefty dose of realism here that doesn’t shy away from anything, and I won’t say beautiful because it’s an over used word, but it feels very pure. And that’s what I’ll take from this.
☀️ ☀️ ——> Take these so you can always find some light 😊
Thank you for sharing.
-M
26th Mar 2022 6:56am
Hey Hey Missy Miss
I'm completely unsure how it worked, I'm convinced I previously replied to this comment. I'm unsure if it got lost in interwebs, never saved properly or what happened.
Yes, that wooden box metaphor is really the anchor of the write for me. I'm glad it related for you.
I think we all have days that are just crazy gun wielding madness!
Just as our dreams are eroded so easily!
Thank you for the sun flowers Miss, I appreciate them hugely!
Thank you for reading and commenting on me
Blue Skies at YOU
Al
I'm completely unsure how it worked, I'm convinced I previously replied to this comment. I'm unsure if it got lost in interwebs, never saved properly or what happened.
Yes, that wooden box metaphor is really the anchor of the write for me. I'm glad it related for you.
I think we all have days that are just crazy gun wielding madness!
Just as our dreams are eroded so easily!
Thank you for the sun flowers Miss, I appreciate them hugely!
Thank you for reading and commenting on me
Blue Skies at YOU
Al
