Monthly Archives: September 2016

MAISEY by Jeffrey Littrell

 

Maisey splashed through the puddles,

laughing hysterically,

her new paisley raincoat on display

 

as she stared at the toad

cupped in her small hands,

the rain began to resume

 

her mother called to her from the house

she carefully placed the toad

back on the ground,

as a rainbow graced the sky

 

 

 

 

 

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NO COVER by Jeffrey Littrell

 

my guitar is all I ever hold

there’s no getting past the lies you told

left picking up the pieces I can find

trying to chase this darkness from my mind

 

life’s become a river I can’t ford

swept away by waves of minor chords

singing to the pictures on the wall

there, where no one sees me when I fall

 

it’s a miracle that I’ve even got this far

singing for Coronas, in a dimly lit dive bar

playing “Thunder Road” for twenty-five

I can’t tell if I’m dead, or if I’m still alive

 

a tweaker sets me up a shot of Crown

then asks me if I know the new Shinedown

my pain subsides as I proceed to play

the neon always seems to cut the grey

 

the waitress said she thought I sounded good

and clapped far louder than she really should

at night’s end, load the gear into the van

I’m driving to Valdosta, just a ghost inside a man

 


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