from the phantom snow
that whispered its name on the freeway
from the cracked glass that became the
frozen icecaps
stopped at a red light and watched
the trains roll by
the engine howled the whole time
from that familiar
sleeping sickness
ache in your back
i braved
hurricanes
broken teeth
and that beer-drenched
bathroom sink
god-damn apartment
pesky voice in my head
same old hand on your chest
i’m not there yet
and the one last ghost that moaned
i saw a sleeping tiger
snap up from a dream
oh, the things i have seen…
to the snow on the road
to the sun behind the moon
to the light on the mountains
i watched the trains belt towards tomorrow and cried,
“i’m coming home”
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” braved
hurricanes
broken teeth
and that beer-drenched
bathroom sink”
you make it all so real, so good, so beauitful. i can’t stop falling in love with your poetry (:
Oh, thank you my dear! The feeling is mutual!!