A Simon & Garfunkel Hammering
In my head
A ribbed condom highway
Lies drip from lips
Cracked from the cold
We
Wither in a snow weighted wind
Scarve pulled up to cover
The scars your kiss left here
X marked the spot
Eyes flickering, flirting with the flame
Our shot at Camelot
iggy:
excellent! Love it! And I don't say such things all willy nilly when it comes to poetry or writing in general.