Back Seat

We lie back listening to the popping of stars in their dark pods. I fish for words that are not raw and wriggling. You smoke a spiral staircase. The car keeps swaying in our heads over a shock absorbing silence. I know you are looking through me, searching for love-bones on a distant back seat.

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 9/26/2019 11:29:00 AM

When you find these words, Eric, "I fish for words that are not raw and wriggling. " please throw them out into a forest. I like the ones you already have.

Eric Ashford
Date: 9/26/2019 12:20:00 PM

LOL, okay then. Thank you.

Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib

Date: 9/23/2019 12:20:00 PM

I think this my favourite so far. Brings to mind cohen playing in a natural born killers scene. Groovy poetry.

Eric Ashford
Date: 9/23/2019 12:56:00 PM

Hi Maureen, I never saw that movie. It could be a Lenard Cohen song though - sort of. Cool that it worked so well for you!