cursed to desire your time

Cursing the cold you ready a bed
Using these blankets as a cocoon
Rising up from a watery
Shallow grave that can wake you up
Even a good journey through some twin trees …(tharr be more)
Doing the final load of laundry
Today is a good day for music
Over the mountains are dark clouds
Doing thier own kinds of dance
Evening out the score
Supplying the blue with some deep
Insistent and intense flavor coming
Resting the fast hours
Easy as dropping a glass
Your eyes turn red at that Action
Opening the door
Using all this quickness you are
Really capable of
Timing the exit on the entrance
If you had ever been waiting for
Me, then tonight was not that night
Effort counts as much as words

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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