Saddled to Ride.

The deserted landscape
fabled secrets
into frightened ears;
tailing just below
the wind
like words
sharp as swords
from your nightmares
an old, forgotten
brave of heart
– loyalties lost to time;
deafens thy ears,
to blind eyes
that you can’t hear…
– this tale of theirs’
or mine, or ours
by silken slices,
straps, smiles
and countless vices,
– finally exhaling
so many swallowed
and snotty tears,
the air in here
tastes stale
like a milk jug
from last year,
to a gang of filthy whores.

3 thoughts on “Saddled to Ride.

  1. Teela Hart says:

    You are an amazing wordsmith.
    Drop by my place and do my Twilight photos the justice they deserve. Please?

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