I railed the pills off train tracks
that led up my veins like legs
on spiders who crawled up the cracks
of pipes despite their eggs.

Send me a sign in a sigh or a whisper.
It's all that I need now to simply forgive her.

The guilty gods and heroines
unfold like motel maids.
Princess tells me repel my sins,
Her castle bathed in braids.

Something or someday or some kind of answer.
The strength of her silence will summon me after.

You paved the roads to a golden coast
where you were still alive,
when all my hopes were lonely ghosts
and all too drunk to drive.

We emptied her ashes back into the bay.
Although it sounds sappy, she's happy this way.

..Always great reading your writes..

..Always great reading your writes..