Under A Bloodshot Moon 

Between the blackouts and the vertigo
slurred discussions evaporate in the smog
Excuses and cursed words creep in
Empty words reside at the bottom

Even the bloodshot moon cries

Between the collision and the stars
sound of gin on the rocks washes away
sarcasm and coughed up memories
Acceptance of losses linger in the cold

Even the bloodshot moon cries

Between the anger and the doubt
brick walls rise inside my head
Drowning in the misery and sadness
Reveling in the toxic moment

Even the bloodshot moon cries

Between the strangers and ignorance
conversations vibrate and tremble
Loneliness staggers among the silence
Bottled up screams whisper

Even the bloodshot moon cries

51 Comments

    1. I’ll send you some questions and you can share your thoughts on them. I will do my best to keep them in the scope of your writing, in accordance to your wishes. 🙂 What is the best e-mail to send them to?

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  1. Wow. Where to start…. this is really great. Mesmerizing really. Like sitting on a barstool reflecting on a love lost and attempting to drown out the sorrow and loss and mistakes, night after night without really solving anything.

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