Poetic Indulgences

Sometimes I write poems.
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My heart earthquaking along irregular beats
I thought you were a bookmark

a reminder of where I left off
a misplaced love from long ago
that night I drove through the mountains like a maniac
erasing the chalk scribbles you scratched into my forgetting

a guard against potential curves and cliffs
the staggering drop to rock bottom

I’ve found myself
frozen in the fast lane
a detriment to the night time
empty gas station parking lots and midnight coffee

pace the blacktop
pound the moon into tearless gasps
grasp at star light
while praying to a god
you desperately want to believe in

Left looking for a reason to believe
for springsteen riding rickshaw on the wind

a howling silence tempting me to roam

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