down shift

pushing the will of irresolute men back
a gust of wind stirs my thoughts
a dagger of trees corrupts my path
dirty black sister please wait with me
bawl at the mystery show
holler with the angry nag
a slow gray eye paints the sky
windows imitate the morning glow
a clement gypsy shelters the way
as the truculent clamor for redemption
the unaffected waver their praise
letting go of the noose for another day


bloodline said...

alright, poetry!

Baba said...

Ye ain't from 'round these parts, are ye?

TOMMY GUN said...

I wanna hear more about the dirty black sister...

fc said...

pure awesome power in those words. irresolute, I love it.

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