Drain the sky / the nowhere poems

Two drunken
debts are 
better 
than one.

though in

truth neither one
will ever
be paid.

our hearts
to one 
another

hermit 
shells ,

that we 
change
every now
and then

depending

on our

dysfunctional

moods.

and this
time
I have
you.

we are
a tribute
to the 
ridiculous.

running
blind,

almost 
naked
in shame to
our
ivory
bones.

just the 
bare skin
on our 
back.

to keep
us in tack

or sane.

with our
heads just

trending
above the
water line.

say "yes"
and maybe 
we will
survive
the cut

of the judge's 

knife across

our necks 

and final

plea.

and everything
will change
before
our eyes.

"that's our story"

my first 
marriage.

Dischord
in the

witness of  
laughing stars

tonight.
 

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Tue 20th Jun 2017 12:01

Superb ending. You have such a flair for effective words to describe your great ideas.

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Karen Ankers

Mon 19th Jun 2017 23:49

Wow. Love this.

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