Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2017
In the distant looming meadow
vultures buzz, mosquitoes wallow.
Trees of leaves and bark and blood
touch horizon, grow from mud.
Pyres blaze with fire and fury
deep within the matted and murky
waters which hold more tar than a street
like memories of, special bell peppers, and beef....
Ode to the coolest pair of cats this side of the solar system
Black
Written by
Black  24/M
(24/M)   
287
   Shaded Lamp
Please log in to view and add comments on poems