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[cheshirrrecat]

whiskey flashes
bass thunders
jumbles thoughts into piles
of broken glass
reflecting the stream
of headlights leaving town
ahead of the storm.
smoke curls
smoldering the edges
of truth and doubt-
possibility and stagnation-
shadows on a moonless night
lost in translation
of the space
between love
and the empty glass in your place.

Comments

[cailleachbheurr]

wow. (stare of awe through cigarette smoke) that is ~good.~

why isn't there a string of comments identical to mine, but with more italics and boldness?
are you hiding it?
it rocks.