here drifts the mind on wander
a drifter becomes the i
blowing over the asphalt
dusting the road on white
slipping to stream from drift
stream her veins flow
veins pursue heart of mind
and mind the heart drift wanders
Tag: betwixt and between
wounded
Photo by Jon Sailer on Unsplash chain link silvered with
scarlet & black tobacco ties
swaying on the wind
laced leather around that
wear-my-hair-long,
the painted hills still sing
ever the dancing the ghost
against a world hellbent
on feeding the hate machinea mirage
hands all at shivers
guns all tremble at those
gone to ghost, should
the tales told be true
is it relief?
is it bounty?
those dust-weathered
posters have lost
their razor's edge
bootblack and road
another foot, another mile
another dime in
a fistful of dirtcompanion piece
Photo by Tim Mossholder on Pexels.com i have a raven
riding on my shoulder
fowl-mouthed, of course
one who cusses up a storm
and you cannot see them
but they ride there
all the same
a nibble on my cuticle
a gnaw upon my nail
a peck upon my fleshy cheek
we get along so wellleft
stuck at left of the dial
where no one roams,
driving lost highways
talking to ghosts
turn off headlights
to follow stars
wolf child howling at
a harvest scarlet moon
her voice riding
static in waves,
do you remember
all tomorrows?
