Shank that darkness
and let the
light bleed through.
Bringing up
the past,
overturning a rock
while the insects scurry
Tropical storms
brewing, just a
blow-hard knocking down
weaker trees,
pulling the plug
on the power,
scattering memories.
Up all night,
beating the early bird
to the worm,
Caressing the morning's
dew dampened grass,
chuckling,
laughing to keep from crying.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 1:31 PM UTC
Shank that darkness
and let the
light bleed through.
Bringing up
the past,
overturning a rock
while the insects scurry
Tropical storms
brewing, just a
blow-hard knocking down
weaker trees,
pulling the plug
on the power,
scattering memories.
Up all night,
beating the early bird
to the worm,
Caressing the morning's
dew dampened grass,
chuckling,
laughing to keep from crying.
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