Left

Left, alone with the heckles I lie unordinary daydream gone awry dumped and dented while putrid painted gardens lost sight me, just south of nothing this night Gone, the nerve of ending it all flash~back hear blackbird's call writing drips as crimson bleeds hearts stop to take in the scene pages tossed in a failing breeze Left, alone with the heckles I lie just right of the truth dancing off yellow tongues of political prose smelling like a rose, I do suppose all is known as hatred slowly grows