Monday, January 5, 2015

Star necklace

Brush stroke smiles falling from Demons haunt my day 
A razor blade runs blank across my skin 
As I thought of him ... 
The way they walk from my arms into an empty crowd - 
Home is not a passing train , yet I'm left stranded at an old station 
Air full of scotch and last nights intentions 

No love - no star necklace as I fall into the sea , 
A boat so big - yet sails remain small ,
A heavy restitch - a thoughtless good bye 

No there isn't an answer is there ...

Waiting for the 7 o'clock train ... 
Luggage empty