fumes and funeral flowers

<p>'fumes and funeral flowers'&nbsp;</p> <p><br></p> <p>i came here</p> <p>to tell you</p> <p>i’ve not much longer</p> <p>left to go.</p> <p>it’s been an uphill ride</p> <p>on fumes and the&nbsp;</p> <p>heavens have dulled.</p> <p>funny, we gaze</p> <p>at the same sky</p> <p>night after night;</p> <p>you see stars shooting</p> <p>while i, dying.</p> <p>i guess i’m saying</p> <p>i’m doing all i can</p> <p>to crest this hill</p> <p>plummet downward&nbsp;</p> <p><br></p> <p>cry your name from my lungs</p> <p>one last time.&nbsp;</p> <p><br></p> <p>#barflypoet</p> <p>#josephapinto</p> <p>www.josephpinto.com&nbsp;</p> <p>© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.</p> <p>*</p> <p>Poetry served to you raw and unedited from the moment crafted;</p> <p>all poetry is older work and chosen at random unless otherwise noted.</p> <p>*</p> <p>‘Scotch and Scars’ and ‘A Distilled Spirit’ in paperback and Kindle ebook at Amazon.</p> <p><br></p> --- Support this podcast: <a href="https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/joseph-pinto3/support" rel="payment">https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/joseph-pinto3/support</a>