Friday, October 7, 2011

Move on

Dripping whiskey

Inhale on the acrid

Red tipped cigarette

Breathe dragons fire

On the exhale

Footfalls scuff

Well worn soles

Silver tipped

Cowboy boots

Squint into the sun

Retain a focus

Of what has become

From the best of me

Essence of kewl

Dressed so silently

Draw another

Absorb another side of me

And exhale

Damnation years

Served in toil

Wear the scars well

Every mark tells a story

Hesitate on the apology

No one ever looks at me

A draw on the end

I tip my hat

Throw my cigarette to the sea

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