Flint Heels and Gasoline Streets
Grab the dark side by the waist
plant a kiss on its dead black lips
sow the light into the darkest soil
toss the halo and the horn
into the fiery pond of mind
when truth makes love to lie
set goals-come up just shy
intoxicate on the defeat
tap dance -flint heeled
on gasoline streets
breathe in the smoke
of the death of hope
savor the dew drops
of brief victory
then collapse
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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