Wednesday, April 5, 2017

National Poetry Month 3/30

4.3.17

She doesn't listen to Townes any longer
a feeble attempt to erase him 
     from her memory
gazing on the world with vacant eyes
some ill begot love lived laced 
between whiskey and longing 

the past had become a raging river engulfing her
her lungs burned with lack of oxygen 
all she could think to do 
was turn the music off
save her heart from hearing another note

her soul lingered suspended between
guitar strings; it go so 
she couldn't stand to hear men sing 

the blues 
stuck to her marrow 
she wanted to loose her/self 
silent 
dormant 

she doesn't listen to Townes any longer

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