desperation burns like
gasoline, flames whipped
by the wind crashing
through my ears.
no matter how many times I turn around
there is no direction
to walk away.
all I can do is screw
myself into a bottle
and coast along the edge
of a blue sky pinched
between today and
too many tomorrows.
there isn't redemption
but at least I can rent a
small time peace
.
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