Chris Curasi

Outside






The map to destiny lost
So where are you now?
Who are you?
Still don't know who I am
After liquid courage
Got me through the backroads
I slid into the river
Out of the green grass
Where dead leaves float
In puddles of tears
Reflecting a mullet with no face
Fresh Maples and Oaks
Filled with birds annoying song
The pines filled with sap
Drop needles in my eyes
The flood-gates release
Rapids of rage
At the reason I am here
Your hot-hand keeps passing me by
So I can wave you goodbye

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