But I Have Promises To Keep…

The blood pours, heavy as rain

unrepentant sinners; calloused deeds gone good

Each turn of the halo round your head

The lesser shine of before

A little wider, a little slower

pieces of you fall off; pieces we’ve left behind

Your bonfire burning merrily in the background,

casting your shadows; entrancing the dance

Rodeos of the bucking trends

willing them to fall; willing them to hurt

And always always always;

before and again.

And again. And again.

©Ramon Sturdivant


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