Upon A Sea of Red
By Dennis W Smith...
*This is my mother's story.*
Risen from toddlerhood in a broken home...
His eyes give him up every time I catch him...
His been to see that guy he said he would never...
He sank into the worn and torn driver's seat,
looking to steal anything not locked up or bolted...
I wake every hour during the night
And write down each dream...
Your future hangs
on a seamless lines of hopes...
Turned on the TV today. The Barbie Anchor Lady...
Always moving to fast or to slow
Tell me Where will you go...
11 12 13
I'm back again...
I know you hear me Alison
Since you've stopped and stared...
Spare me
Spare me a few moments...
I want your eyes
Your mouth...