Puffing on a silver flute in a hailstorm
Ice popping on my knuckles
Flute piping in the air like a cold little bird
Aware that it needs to leave the nest soon
Steel trap mental tempest
Blinking like a prophetic slideshow

I will set out on these roads
Leaving these people behind
These men with hats from hardware stores
Stumbling and weeping in balding fields and flowerbeds
Where no one has slept for a long time
They grow meat fueled flame crops in theur hearts
I will not become them

I would rather
jump
Into the jungle of empty blue ocean
Might I not meet a girl there?
Who waited for me
We could laugh, kiss drown, and burn
In the grip of lovers embraces
Always carefull not to see too deeply into the sea
So as to avoid realizing that what we fear has always beeb here
We are all blind
Blinded by pale vampire sunlight
That crept through the white curtains
And robbed me of my visions

I was famous but only I knew so
Cast out of the city
by
Someone?
Wandering where sandstones rattle in a language only crickets understand
Trying to remember who deserves vengeance
But my sweat is so cold
And the moon and the stars and the looming metropolis walls are so old
A galloping revelation on a dark horse approaches
THIS IS NO OCEAN
THIS IS A DESERT
And I am
Alone

Nice write...

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hey bro that was magnificant, I hope that you will keep sharing, by the way I am a huge doors fan as well.

that was awesome, i love the vampire/sunlight analagy...thnx, b