Jordan Griffiths

I fell asleep with my jeans still on.
the light shining away.
My tv humming with a soft murmur,
Late night infomercials a static lullaby.
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With the love of the storm he burns without sound,
And each brush of the lips surges with
Electric currents.
Like clouds heavy and dense,
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can’t possibly be human.
A broken porcelain doll perhaps,
With a perfect painted face
Always smiling.
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You told me to turn it up.
Better than any other three word phrase.
So I did.
We shared that bus seat,
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Just south of the yellow brick road,
Where you’re lulled to sleep in a pale river, and whisked awake by saltwater and screams.
Paper daisies lose their petals, with blooms where
He loves me not.
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a forgotten voice.
a song i used to know,
a sharpness in the dulcet acoustic rhythms
playing in the background while we’re
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she stares out the window
fingers touching her lips,
Striving to catch the shadow of that
orange soda kiss.
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Running through my mind, your shoes streaming in the sunlight.
One step,
two steps,
three.
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