Poet 11586

Lost Soul Theater

I went through dusk
But I was waiting for the dawn
Sitting in the beer can graveyard
Which was my front lawn
Skilled in my laze
Down with the taste
I found grace once
When she showed me the flexibility of her legs
Senses stripped
Though i'm well equipped
Waiting for the sun
A weird game of hide and seek
But I am very far from done
The light is the water
I want to wet my beak
With my ragged, old dumpster sneakers
This is chapter one
In the lost soul theater