• hmg101p 10w

    My tall tales run faster when they’re between the lines...

    Blue tunes play night into my mind. But I’m wide awake inside. Bottles and seeds gather at my feet. I’m twelve shots deep, in this book of poetry. Candle light sit by my broken side. What darkness can show, oh, in the note of an eye. I swallow the taste of excitement and doubt. A mixture of chaos, I can’t live without. Taking my time to unravel your form. Tracing spaces in your soul, I sing the chords of nevermore...

    -HMG