Monthly Archives: April 2017

DEAD ON THE VINE by Jeffrey Littrell

 

I’m running through fire

I can’t catch my breath

is living without love any better than death ?

 

It’s hard to keep going

when you feel destined to fall

I just can’t get my head wrapped around it at all

 

under the radar

far off the grid

there’s warrants in Kentucky for the things that I did

 

4:00 a.m. in Nazareth

my sheets soaked with sweat

I’m losing my grip, but I’ve not let go yet

 

Crown Royal on the nightstand

right next to my pills

it’s neon and glitter and roadside cheap thrills

 

in search of redemption

because I can’t find a beer

don’t know where I’ll find it, but I know it’s not here

 

my love is a flower

that’s withered and brown

dead on the vine since the day you left town

 

 


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