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NO CLOSURE by Jeffrey Littrell

 

like a man without a country

or a vessel lost at sea

I’m an outcast who is exiled,

a forgotten memory

 

I’m a musician with no instrument

a sun without a sky

I’m an unachieving, bi-polar, trainwreck of a guy

 

I’m a wild Appaloosa,

crazed and chomping at the bit

I’m a junkie with no drug of choice

who lacks the will to quit

 

I’m a pulpit that displays no cross

I’m a bullet with no gun

I have no sense of closure,

as my journey’s just begun

 

I’m a cosmic astral traveller

on a course from star to star

I’m the introverted loser

left alone at the end of the bar

 

 

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Insignificant Other by Jeffrey Littrell

 

it’s sometimes a dismissive glance

or just a cold, hard stare

that breaks apart my self-esteem

laying my emotions bare

 

paths are left untrodden,

I’m perpetually alone

carrying a burden

that weighs heavy, like a stone

 

sunrises come and go, unseen

I sleep, but do not dare to dream

I reach for a hand that isn’t there,

imagining I smell her hair

 

I play my guitar, I don’t know why

my harmonica weeps, it starts to cry

the chords I strum drip sacrificial blood

as dark as a tempest, as deep as a flood

 

 


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

 

 

 

 

 


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

 


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

 

 


DAMAGED by Jeffrey Littrell

she can’t even meet their stare
from too many nights of helpless despair
broken, yet expected to please
in filthy rooms, down on her knees

the ends of her sanity frayed
the last of her blind faith betrayed
she’s damaged beyond all repair
lost in the misery, unable to care

she has no sense of direction
with a clouded perspective, it’s one more injection
nodding out on the bathroom floor
a walking ghost, a helpless whore


Thunder And Lightning ( when I saw you ) by Jeffrey Littrell

it was Thunder Over Louisville
the smoke hung in the night
there were thousands down on 4th Street
under the fireworks so bright

I was trying to get a taxi
at 6th Street and West Main
when she rushed under the canopy
it had just begun to rain

some might deem it happenstance
or perhaps, the hand of fate
that brought us both together
at that time and on that date

the wind came off the river
deftly lifting her skirt high
her umbrella was turned inside out
we laughed until we cried

she pulled out a pack of Dunhills
and I set one ablaze
we agreed to share the taxi
and I tried to turn a phrase

there was lightning in the skies above
and magic in the night
and for the first time in a long time
I knew I’d be alright


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