ember titles

there isnt going to be any damned fire

all south in California

most of my wood and sticks are wet

shove my hands deeper in my

ragged ass coat and shuffle down

the cinders to town past the

wrecking yard of stacked autos

aint even got nothing to drink

but i cant help it

my eyes are drawn up from

watching my feet kick ahead

its dark already

shreds of bright pink clouds

tower above the lake

against the dark linning

of the cold front

two streets in on civilization

the moon comes out from

behind mountians of white

the yellow pearl of light blazes

from the pole lamps on

the fresh ashphalt

crazy jungle patterns of leaves

smashed flat by cars

trucks

i remember when i was alive

back then

when the moon was something

fresh and new to stare at through

the trees

back when a kiss was worth

more then any thing

one kiss

one damned kiss

so im home now

back with the pop and a

large coffee double cream

for my lady

step inside away from the

night and her fine moon

for a moment though

for a tiny moment

my heart beat an extra

pulse

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