*riding the dragon
(from midnight journal notes 12/16/02011)
riding the dragon
reaching for the brass ring
it keeps spinning past
too fast, too fast
riding the dragon
above the air
into the dark
stars up there
i’ve something to show you
she said
you follow her through
the halls of the dead
into the locked room
its angels & affirmations
all the broken wings
you’re in a trance now
a mental dance now
your brain is made of snow
white out | white out
a smear of memories
across the windshield
of your mind
where are you going?
what do you do now?
the still-black sky
the silent streets
reproach you
riding the dragon
reaching for the brass ring
it keeps spinning past
too fast, too fast *
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sharon brogan
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