Ashes and Aftermath
after painting the town,
there is an odor in the air
untouched and reeking of
uh oh
unfinished business can
always break through
the smokescreen
substitute
when the spike is thrown
back in the air, where it
lands is where life left
its bullhorn
the peaceful dream excursion
is over, and the acidic bookmark
is tossed back in the solution
for another time when an escape
from the norm is needfully needed
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