LovetruckerInterlude
August 26th 2008 12:43
I give up not a moment too soon, fated to flop down on the sweaty pavement, walked over by the faceless masses. Then I’ll peck at life’s bitter seed that blows along the disconsolate road, broken by trudging feet, tamed by time and wrinkled by the sun.
All power to whatever comes later, sharpened with the fine wit that escaped me this time around. And if this be the only spin, then I alone will know. Curse be those who come at night with shiny knives of doubt to gouge and bleed me dry.
I care not but I do, drenched in fear and four a.m. foreboding, gloating over scraps of bread and such. And still she wanders in my thoughts, her almond eyes alive with love and hate, that watch me flutter in the dusk of life.
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