Crime infested holy cities filled with lovers gone mad out of satiety,
Hidden in sparkling sacred water, writing their penal codes of impropriety.
I’m too tame for this lonely town of looney tunes – I don’t have much hope in society.
Yet – I can’t make it alone, so please pardon my selfishness and compliancy.
Too long I’ve traveled these roads on my own, lost track of it a few mistresses ago.
I’ve never loved anyone that I could have but their ghosts still follow wherever I go.
It’s hard to carry those shadows down dusty fields or wily mountaintops though –
But there’s nothing more dangerous than taking your past for granted. So I carry it,
Through the ice and snow.
On weekends my brain takes me to a place I want to wake up in when I’m dead.
Sadly, it doesn’t make any sense – the sin cities I fled hold me by a phantom thread,
They pull me into the bright carousels of cheap whiskey kisses. The tap tastes like led.
When your temptations call for you, you pay for them in the skins you shed.
Otherwise, they might take your head.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 