life – Page 2 – Bass Bastard

Loss

The ghost of you keeps drawing me like a severed limbStumbling when stepping down on what I could dependSevered ties like ragged

2 rows of four make 8burning dinosaurs past the throttle platesweating on dead cattle, hit the clutch, grab the shiftera smooth left

And I ask myself, did I fall from grace?And I look around meand I realizeThere is none to be had here.I must

I remember a bully that was a frenemyWhen we wasn’t fighting he would talk to meThe things he said had sense of

The words you say create images in my head until I hallucinate about the things you’ve saidFlesh vibrating regularly from the wind