Monday, December 14, 2009

Midnight Ghosts

Jacks’ speaking again,
rapturous wild whispers.
Painting infinities in verse,
king of wayward pilgrim souls.

Ensnared in jailbreak dreams,
slicing tethers in reckless abandon.
Asphalt fueling faraway paradises,
churning in exultant pavement screams.

Branding souls in vagabondry,
onerous El Dorado searches.
Haystack happiness– a fleeting kiss,
moist eternity scarring lips.

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