Readjustice

Pain drops slowly

Creating cryptic pleasures on the pages

Of yesterday’s bad news.

Limping back curving

Rolling down lusty roads

Fleeing from the ordinary moments.

Clean my mind, for now

Until the weekend girls

Scream silently in their red lipstick

Greeting my smile with darting eyes.

But if they smile back I have them

Wrapped in lurid fantasy

Where black leather daydreams keep me awake me at night,

Hostile mental takeovers

Take me under for the day

For an hour, a minute

Just a moment;

While we readjust the settings

Here.

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dougheal

Electric cosmic lounge lizard of the wheeling variety. Lover of fine food, beautiful people, creative thinkers and fantastic voyages. Multi-media artist and writer.

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