Craving a high these days
A puff or pill
A rattling chariot
To sway as it circles my mind
Drifting me my sleep
Head turning to liquid
And spiraling down my own throat
To dissolve in my gut
Like an igloo
Melting in the sun
With treasured possessions
Spilling out into the grass
I’d leave them be
Let them bake in the heat
With memories breaching
And surfaces bleaching
As I lay dormant
~Galwyn

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s