PONDERING THE WHISKEY GRAVEYARD VOICE
Her dark whiskey graveyard voice
throttled the bar ,
giving me no sacred choice
strung out on the strings course rough edged noose
spoon feeding this life too me
so hard to dig up the eyes too see
buried in past hurtling affairs
spinning the layered caress
washed in salted waves of poor mans dreams
smoking on the tail of a midnight truck
rested in a burning fieldÂ
eating so much self destruct
Another lonesome splintered kiss
on borrowed mirrored lips
so many highways broken in black melted gold
picking flowers from the road side dreams
counting lovers through drowning fears
hard vines grow in my heart
ive written my name in bedroom dust
drunk every cup of youthful lust
laid in snow across bluebell hills
Drifting fast in sheets that have sailed
i stand alone adrift in my own neon nightsÂ
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