Pictures of Neon
Extirpated memories (as if by choice?)
rattle around my head
flashing along side pictures of neon
blinding a bright blue Skyy
Last call moments fall upon these lips
where ne'er a shot was wasted
but I tasted the heavens
poured upon my soul
in those seconds that you stole
the liquid from my veins
My head bounces off the back seat
of the unknown rambler
as I ramble off directions
to my heart
it's not a straight shot
it never was
add some wings and we'll get there
I just hope the water's cold
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