2020 #16

Wasteland

This land

Walk into the light

Every new day

They jerk you around

——

You move through me

eyes on fire

Like the 4th of July

Bourbon skin

Cherry lips

Remind me what

We came here to forget

It’s getting late

We can escape

Into each other’s skin

This land

Your land

Your body

Your breath

The driving bass

It’s just a heartbeat

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