... addiction ..., ... beauty ..., ... country ..., ... death ..., ... ghosts ..., ... girl ..., ... God ..., ... life ..., ... love ..., ... moon ..., ... music ..., ... night ..., ... pain ..., ... poem ..., ... poems ..., ... poetry ..., ... relationships ..., ... sex ..., ... sins ..., ... sleep ..., ... stars ..., ... the South ..., ... weed ..., ... written under the influence ...

bathe in ashes

you will bend low
bathe me in a tub
of ashes, freshly
fallen downy snow
from Thee i fly
from Thee i fly

three days in decay
we sulked. you and i
alone in our tomb.

born an endangered son
born to carry my father’s gun
born to lie in the center of sound
to feel the thump of your
heart, through walls, through fields
though no one calls, no one yields.

there is a trip i wish
to take, beyond the rolling
rivers, beyond the day. for
born to die ive been
infected by this
disease, life.

and only clouds
clear my view.
clouds and moon
and me and you.

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3 thoughts on “bathe in ashes

  1. I love it. some beautiful images, I especially liked
    “…you and i
    alone in our tomb.

    born an endangered son
    born to carry my father’s gun…” – something helpless and sad about the latter.

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