Bleeding ears on
the verge of Nowhere
I see the sun rising
& the moon falling.
Distant dreamscapes…clouded & twisted
Memories become nightmares…the ones
that left me behind.
Purple Grasshopper, sing me a song
An ode to mistaken
You know…the one that you
are listening to
I’m sick of this smoky room
& burdening unaware
The kind of raptured
romance that is never
allowed to breathe.
Choking on limited income and
“Can I see you tonight?”
(Besides) You have better things to do
Do you seek out an adventurous
life & a memorable Death?
Anyway…If you could go anywhere
or do anything…
*”I would get on the highway and just keep going. Disappear in a desert somewhere. Get Lost. Never to be found again…That’s what I would do.” *
On the side of the broken highway
lie Sacred Ghosts. Floating echoes.
Wishful Thinking inside Wakening Reality.
Sunken ships at the bottom of an
endless ocean. Dark & murky
blue water. The stench rises up…
polluting little minds.
Take me back to where I came
No need to worry. On the surface
things are just fine.
As far as you know, this is an ancient
©2017 Timothy Grassan
* “If You Could Go Anywhere…” Original Source :