I usually don't share my poems with people I don't know, but what the hell.
Winter
smiling ballerina
hazy celluloid blur
frozen winter
brown leaf
soft lip kiss
never ending dread
slow siren
far off country
never letting go
High Tower Music
watching cars go by
street lights fade and dim
sour beer stain
lonely violin scrawl
watching blues
and greens become
yellow
holding on to something
holding on to nothing
quivering touch
inescapable beauty
thats just out of reach
purple brown black
watching her fade and bleach