You are the thunder
in my every thought
keeping me awake
in the iris of the night
this love is no debate.
Indigo blue you shine
my diamond mine, buffet
in the midst of coal
in the midst of men; all
broken and manmade.
Your Nike shoes
laced and feet bruised
with every broken face
and every single ruse.
Your ripped and ragged jeans
horizontal threadbare lines
lived-in like denim dreams
rough hands, your hair so free.
Your cigarettes
smoking out your pockets
kicking at the beach
one between your fingers
every twenty seconds.
You stand so tall; surf board
between your knees.
Your stubble, sulky smirk
and silver puffer jacket, smooch
the scent of your decay
in every breath with yellow teeth.
Your eyes, one blue and green
Trans-Am, black and white t-shirt
your bible in your back seat
your pistol in my purse.
Your light is greater than
my sinful might with weakened hands
I plough like mortal woman
I plan till my demise.
But you
with omniscient eyes
you have no need for life
no direction, span
you stand alone in strife.
Forever on your hands
the rest of them weep
at the feet of god and you
have no need
for god.
You have no need
for god.
You have no need
for man.
Just us alone,
for with you I can withstand
the winds on earth
in water
and the casualties on land.
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Trailer Park Queen
PoetryThis is the story of a girl who broke free from a trailer-park life - and found love in a dark place - a girl who believed in the country America used to be, the glory and magic of the open road and the joy of being a teenager on the run from the la...
