Which way to Wichita, she whispered in my ear. I need some time to clear my mind. If you want me, I’ll be there. My brain is bruised, body spent. It clearly wasn’t an accident. I’ll be fine, we’ll do it again. Starting in Wichita, early next spring………..
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Fraudulent imposter, walking upright. Pretending what he wants to be. A fools plight. Not a single bit of truth, in anything he says. Snake oil salesman, with sleazy, oily ways. Medicine man with a plan, stay away from me……
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blue moves…..
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The ruckus began at dawn. After the moon was gone. Chilling screams, fractured and piercing. Soaring high and low. Leaving dread, confusion, causing fear. Shrieking madness, howling voices. Leading me to, the very worst of choices…..
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Here I go again. I’m a fool again. Over you. Down the road within. Open door again. Over you. Can’t wait to get away. You resemble heartache. Over you. I lie and say…….
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…. sinking silently, easing away…until tomorrow, another day….
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So far behind, I’m ahead of myself. Restless inside, nothing else. Zero is the best I see, troubles abound endlessly. Mathematics may hold the key. It just don’t add up…..Number after number is all I see…….
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she’s back, like a flash…..playing ball, having fun…..keeping Ezra on the run……
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Prices slashed! Close out sale! Everything must go! Bargains galore! No price to low!…….signs of the times…rhythms and rhymes….
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I was trying to care, promise I swear. I couldn’t help she was there. Acting so innocent, unaware. One fraction of one hundred. A moment in time. For a split second, I thought she was mine……
Escape Reality 