you're trying too hard
out in the back yard
tallying scars to the length of your arm
and i want to be
smiling
the chandelier is crashing down again
it's the crystal eight ball
with designer trim
you sold your self-defense

i could have been a better actor for you
everyone knows i never skipped my lines
but i've been cut
isn't that cute?
there are some sins we can't define
some sins we can’t take back
not that either of us would
we are married to this
our nomadic religion

driving, driving, driving
seems like we’re always driving
she keeps twisting up her hair
unsettled daydreams
filtered by the tinted windows

i'm not sure why i even care
guess it's just something
to spend my time in
i'm not one to play the course
i'm out of luck

ceremonial clink
primordial unveiling
skin stretches you out
thin as your regrets
but i've got cigarettes
and you’ve got the paper umbrella
from your last drink

i just keep racing back and forth
always driving
my heart twitches
chain-link fence in winter
that familiar sign-post
i can't wait until i'm lost again

very evocative! Thank you

GW, I love the way you describe this independent journey...
controlling our own lives, love who we will, make our mistakes...
keep moving forward... cope the way we want too..
and there's nothing better than being found again after
we've gotten lost for the umpteenth time... makes it all
worth the cost...

Thanks for sharing...

Thank you. Very creative and enjoyable.

"unsettled daydreams filtered by the tinted windows" "I can't wait until I'm lost again".....Wow!

perfection

So much talent. I can't write poetry, only read it.