Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …


15 July 2013



Monogrammed stares, tossed nonchalantly on

yesterday’s dusty crossroads, and still I’m lost,

seeking bitter leftovers. What lies beyond the stars,

twinkling like the eyes of the first girl I kissed?

Enigmatic snippets play perpetually, and I

recoil from the mostly harmless snake nonetheless.

Younger fools can travel the desert, I don’t want to know.

15 July, 2013 - Posted by | Poetry | ,

No comments yet.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: