From Baalbek to Des Moines

 

I'm on Death Row now

spinning a silvery coin

I've tarnished every vow

from Baalbek to Des Moines



Age allows majestic views,

I take my time to look,

amazed at all those colourful hues

Growing old is all it took



Some folks I've known are still alive,

but lots have lost their way,

the unborn waiting to arrive,

the dead are tucked away



I'm on Death Row now

spinning a silvery coin

I've tarnished every vow

from Baalbek to Des Moines



My words are dry, my thoughts too stale,

each day a Shakespeare play

I hear the foghorn's holy wail

on Chesapeake's choppy bay



Am I made from Pinocchio wood

or am I here for real?

Who hides beneath this pulled-up hood;

are those the feelings that I feel?



I'm on Death Row now

spinning a silvery coin

I've tarnished every vow

from Baalbek to Des Moines



The ones I meet just brush me by,

however close they seem

Each shiny truth may be a lie,

all good deeds might be mean



All my belongings stand around,

prepare to stand alone,

till cleaners throw them in a mound,

and I'm off to atone



I'm on Death Row now

spinning a silvery coin

I've tarnished every vow

from Baalbek to Des Moines



The morning breaks across the land,

but I've lost half my mind

Most memories seep into the sand

I've left myself behind



My breath breathes in my aftermath

My eyes look deep inside

I sense the end of Corpus Path,

hollowness far and wide



I'm on Death Row now

spinning a silvery coin

I've tarnished every vow

from Baalbek to Des Moines







Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-05-25 at 08:10

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