Heartaches And Strange Places Poem by Blaine Strong

Heartaches and strange places, define me
Musty bar rooms and old faces, in front of and behind me.
Cobwebbed bottles, scattered about like two tons dice on sun cooked pavement.
Wooden framed panels of discreet reckoning, protect me from shards of hurricane fury.
Watch them rats! The lizards' roaches they scurry! Ask them why such hurry?
Nicotine stains engulf all that once was a beautiful, twinkling stick of cancer. Extra long in mans obsession. In my funeral procession, they remind children of atrocity and anger.
A poet, a martyr and heeled color stranger.
Heels of of the hulls of chopped corn.
Meals in the bowls of her weary desperate longing of viddles on Sunday.
Golden biscuits washed in the rear seat of a Monte Carlo! How real are their truths?
Who feels without turning rusty gears and oily loops?
Heart aches and strange places, remind me.
Life before poetry.