No.where
is
now.here~
the passage lost
to a sunk cost
cigarette
sneer~
a dead man
high beams
the wild frontier
manifesting
this flesh machine
ghost on the
grim wire road,
a beast-born dream
slouching toward
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screaming
reading cruel
books & bones
in the sticks
and stones
casting looks
on remembrance
alone
at home on the range
of a grateful change,
a Stygian hope
tight between the teeth
and scarcely belLIEved –
a dry-gulch
through sheet mulch
waxing the glass
through a headless stead
by the growing pool of
a brake light red
a terraformed
supernatural
salt-of-the-earth-
grind still
breathing deep
on the Other side
peeling the time
into personal shape
for public state,
tiptoeing through
the tulips
over by some
abandoned
factory ruins
(to go inside
and coincide)
taunting a need
with a pothole lead
(a vroomvroomvroom
impending doom)
born slouching toward
the cities of the beast
while wyrming wet
through the stark realization
of a smoking cessation
(slip & fall school
seldom self-aware
in this sodium grist)
as ever,
never
looking through
the grimoire
cost
manifesting
a flesh machine
ghost
fresh off the road,
now here
in
no where
seeking
the passage
lost.
you are very talented I enjoyed this very much you could be describing me here 💕this sounds like me..
You’re reaching depths I never expected. I think this applies to so many challenges we face. Really good!
Great piece here. Well written and executed.
Beautifully penned, Ben. Fantastic write my friend. Welcome to Stars Rite! Appreciate you.
Damian
Some dope azz writing here!!
The pacing, the intellect and the message.
On point!!
Much respect
Naaj