Hard Boiled Crazy with a side of Grit
By Debra L Scott Aug 30, 2012
A mind roams fractured upon a foreign landscape
Thoughts jumble sideways, flipping like pancakes
What kind of crazy prefers the street to the hearth?
Voices whisper
Shadows beckon
The stars wield knives to butter the senses
A lifeline unravels, picked apart by a cell tower
A merciless blue moon is friendlier than love
Cold air seduces
Blade cuts solace
A bundle of rags soothe like a quilt
The patchwork mirroring a mismatched brain
An aproned Siren sings from the bridge rail
Slippery sanity
The water awaits
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