dread’s nothing but
a teardrop,
wedged between
bruised lens
and sight
and twilight’s my
star-show,
cast on screen between the
sky and whatever
heart can
fight
head’s nothing but
a doorstop
ever wedged between,
preventing that
hard slam,
and if my heart’s
too weak to
fight,
i’ll
hold her
though the night.
Grumpy Gorman
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…til there’s more light.
