Bernards

hues of deja vu disguised as 

escape artists
smoking half smoked cigarettes off of 

the pavement where they probably pissed

i knew there was a reason to 

pick it up when I saw it was 

stained with that faithful shade of 

cheap lipstick

it was the first time the color red kept a 

promise I hoped it would keep
as you know, i'm trying to 

find every reason to wake up again
ever since I dug up that pile of 

distractions

        that I buried with my collection of clipped wings I discovered in a discarded 

lost and found basket on my trek of

                        “no tears left to give” trail

.357 grains