I don't know if my writing qualifies as poetry... but here goes anyway...
The smoke, it hung
Over ther crowd
Over us all
Like a mushroom cloud
The girl on my left
I caught her eye -
She took a deep breath,
I started to sigh
The band, It played
It’s songs so loud
You could feel the noise
Like a studded shroud
I wish I was home
Or in mid-flight
Heading one way or the other
Out of the night
My wounds need salt,
So it’s salt that I weep
And where once they did heal
Now they’re mine to keep
The girl on my left,
She started to leave -
She moved like a lynx
With her back to the breeze
Now there is but one body;
Now just one soul,
The crowd, it is gone
For the crowd is now whole
I wish I was home
Or in mid-flight
Heading one way or the other
Out of the night
How it all started
I do not know;
One word out of place
Is a seed that will grow
The girl on my left
Turned again at the door;
Her smile half-true,
Her feet so unsure
And so the dance goes on -
An eternal waltz;
A rose in our teeth,
A beat in our pulse
But I wish I was home
Or in mid-flight
Heading one way or the other
Out of this night
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