in an interstellar trailer

[grifter]

i was dying
like the payphone
i was singing
to the oboes
i was laughing
with a hobo
who was drinking
through the shadow
of a quilted guilty arrow
aiming for the marrow
wrapped in bones
of empty conscience
while we were eating
from our pockets
i was screaming
like a funeral
i was dreaming
with the usual
cemetary flavor
in an interstellar trailer

[Laura]

"i was laughing
with a hobo
who was drinking
through the shadow
of a quilted guilty arrow
aiming for the marrow
wrapped in bones"

and

"i was screaming
like a funeral"

--I love your words and how they slide off my tongue so easily

[thecrazybeautiful]

"i was dying
like the payphone"

Interesting...

"i was dreaming
with the usual
cemetary flavor
in an interstellar trailer"

Again, interesting.

I like your whole abstract feeling that you've got with your writing.

[Only Me]

" was laughing
with a hobo
who was drinking
through the shadow
of a quilted guilty arrow" I like how it turns into a "I" poem and transitions into a "he" poem... you now what I'm saying? lol. its late that might not make any sense.