Only you can know

Off with permanence.
Adrift and tense,
you face a starless sky.
Place names and people
you loved who died
fix you in a trance.
No one dances the way they used to.
Bruised up loosely lipped
you slip out of someone else’s skin
and take in the six
new versions of a syntax only
you can know. It’s over
before blows. No show
left with no expense.

-r. miller

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s