lost lines

substitute
by the sex pistols
erased a poem
from my lips
as i drove this morning
the bits that hover
spiderwebs in the wind
poetic shards of
unquenched beauty
but the words
evaporated
dew in the morning light
just the supple
refractions murmuring
in my empty skull
as i snarled
you think we look
pretty good together
the fragile shell
shattered to drift
glitter suspended
impossible to pluck
in a myopic desperation
another poem lost
a bucket of brine
in an ever filling hull
droplets of spray
stinging the silence
bittersweetly forlorn
as the guitars play
sloppy jangling chords
the leaves rustle
on the pregnant breeze
of languished lost lines

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