Should we climb the wall grasping
with blind fingers and toes for love
cracks clinging to sweetness
turned to dust in our
moldy mouths
Should we drag our anger and our
blue acquiescence, bloodied, over
a cat tongue rack for misplaced hope
cooled to lifeless ash
Or should you go your way
and I’ll go mine spraying splats of
graffiti bile and trailing yellow streaks
behind us
Great images: “lifeless ash,” “moldy mouths”. Fantastic read.
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Thanks! I’m glad it worked for you. And thanks for visiting.
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ah even in the face of a cat tongue…i think i would be reaching for hope…then again…there comes a time you have to know its time to go your own way
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Yep. Go your own way or keep on trying. :)
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Wonderful imagery. Sometimes we just gotta say G’bye…
Anna :o]
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