of Poetry, Images & Imagination

Anger o motive

Locked in—-
a hundred miles an hour
down a cattle shoot path

Grab Hold—-
wearing razor wire armor
tearing hands reaching toward me

Night fall—-
the ashes of day fires
weigh down tired shoulders
carrying burdening thoughts

2 Responses

  1. “the ashes of day fires… ”

    very cool, dawg…. I think I felt like this a few times when trying to sleep… key word… “trying”…

    September 16, 2009 at 7:46 pm

  2. mmhmm
    its hard to let go of a bad days burning stress.

    September 17, 2009 at 8:56 pm

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