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LOSING BROOKE by Jeffrey Littrell

 

so now, I’ve given up on you

I never thought that day would come

I was the one who had your back

how could I have been so dumb ?

 

one should stand behind the outcast

and wish for nothing in return

but the only thing I got from you

was a painful lesson learned

 

I, the fool, believed your lies

as you’d deftly genuflect

you lost your freedom, then your kids

you lost your self-respect

 

( so conniving while you conjugate

so trifling as you manipulate

with half-assed lies you fabricate

through the destruction, you now navigate )

 

I realize now with cold resolve

the person that you are

just a fuck-up waiting to happen

alone at the end of the bar

 

so when you cross the finish line

on your road to self-destruction

when the drugs have all but crippled you

so that you can barely function

when all is lost

and you are on the bottom once again

this time, you will not hear from me

you can find another friend

 

 


Black Ribbon, White Flag by Jeffrey Littrell

no one stands beside me
but my shadow on the wall
even in my dreams, I walk alone
my loneliness is painted grey
and hidden deep inside me
only to the mirror is it shown

I wish that I could take a knife
and cut the pain away
extract it like a tumor black with death
lest, this grief I carry
shall curse my remaining days
freed only when I reach my final breath

you don’t know what you have
until it’s gone, is what they say
I must convey I find this statement true
for the only time I felt alive
was when I held you by my side
the only one I’ll ever love is you


BROKEN TATTOOED ANGEL by Jeffrey Littrell

there’s a motel outside Winslow
that they call the Desert Rose
where I met up with a maid named Cheryl Lynn
we were hell and gone from there
a disturbed and damaged pair
when I realized the trouble I was in

they said she was bipolar
but who am I to judge
I ignored her gold band and her loaded gun
with a gap between her teeth like Anna Paquin
and her hair a pretty bronze
shining bright like copper in the sun

we were taking down a liquor store
outside Tucumcari
when the cops came swarming in without a sound
Cheryl tried to take them
but she never stood a chance
I wish I’d died beside her on that ground

sometimes I swear I almost feel her body next to me
I hear her sweet voice
whisper in my mind
one day I’ll leave this prison cell
to fly free once again
and Cheryl, in that great beyond, I’ll find.


BENEATH THE SPANISH MOSS by Jeffrey Littrell

storms sound different when you travel alone
when you’ve been running your entire life
in search of where you’re meant to be

perhaps that place
where Spanish moss hung from the trees in sympathy

does the love we hold inside of us
have an expiration date
if not given away,
does it eventually rust
or crumble to dust

as the words in a classic novel
stand ignored on the shelf,
my love lies dormant.
while the grinning demon
at my side
sheds another layer of skin

memories
become polaroids in an old shoe box
regrets of love lost
cast shadows on the promise of a new day

with the coming of dusk, left hoping
that the comfort from her breast
might return me to the place I was before

beneath the Spanish moss


DOPPLEGANGER by Jeffrey Littrell

he walks across the scorched earth
with no shoes upon his feet
while others ride upon a charted star

he holds tight to his misery
and drags it like a chain
behind him, as he goes from bar to bar

he lays awake in sweat at night
and listens to his heart
dejected and despondent in his room

the daylight finally comes,
yet for him there is no peace
it’s just another harbinger of doom

was a curse cast long ago
to bring forth absolution ?
when all is lost
is it a case of karmic retribution ?

the light of life shines bright for some
in God, they have no doubt
he stumbles blindly through the snares
his candle burning out


DAYS ARE LONGER by Jeffrey Littrell

 

my muse

everyday you seem further away

more gone than the day before

 

my eyes

have grown vacant

and cold since your passing

 

my love

is like a pail of water

that I spill into the dirt

 

my heart

a pump no longer primed

with valves rusted shut

 

my journey

a labyrinth of turns

testing my sufferance

 

there was nothing

no farewell,

no sweet kiss goodbye

 

I lie here

my heart calcifying

trying to recall every detail about you

 


ABIGAIL CHARMAINE by Jeffrey Littrell

 

a sprig of baby’s breath

is all that I have left

of Abigail Charmaine, of Devonshire

she passed, still in her youth

and no one knew the truth

of our sweet union, born from passion’s fire

 

her father cursed my lineage

questioning my parentage

concluding, I not worthy of her hand

his wealth and his position

the strength of his volition

ensured that all must heed to his demand

 

she’d steal away at night

kept well out of sight

and meet me in the mists of Avalon

a clandestine embrace

her moonlight-haloed face

an angel that the stars shine down upon

 

soon her visits ceased to be

he kept her locked away from me

the grief and sorrow tore my world apart

her sweet spirit, then her mind

left her in due time

until she finally died of broken heart

 

so now when moonlight’s gleaming

it starts my tears to streaming

evoking memories of my heart’s desire

she’s a distant weeping ghost

this one I love the most

Abigail Charmaine, of Devonshire


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