Day 4258

by

Travis Ray Cole

By now only jesus has seen the beatles
and only some leads will set us free
if there is no solo
no one will be alone in that degree
If you don't find your way home
there wont be no home left to leave
picking up cards off the ground
rip it apart and let it bleed
its all faded and clouded
go on and open so I can see
blues is hard to bleed
theres no feeelings
that leads me away from here
dodging holes in the floor of your treasure hunt
looking thru a window of truth
expecting to divide the river of winnings
equaling none
into something that was never there
while the night breathed the sound of motion
a pattern of lights jumped off the concrete maze
as a reminder of the world up there

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by: Wesley A. Storer
from: Spokane, WA, US

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