Art · Digital drawing · Life · meloncholia · Personal · poetry · reflective

FTM.i

Foreword.

Speak my mind,

Unload all my pain,

Shit on this brain.

That it keeps that Amtrack starts way from Albany,

Then it comes to that junction of Tallahassee down to Tampa,

And keeps rocking to San Diego.

Tracked tears that never goes anywhere,

Tracks of my tears that smeared from Ontario to Brazil,

Then I shall dive into that lake,

Where all the air extinguished at Death Valley into the shores

Of Tunisian nights.

Then I shall be looking over Luke’s Twin suns.

 I shall remain who I am,

I can be,

I shall be,

And still be me,

All these times that was and can never be,

When I left her,

Without even an eye of goodbye.