"extirpates" poems
Listen, you, who sit in the damp grass as the
sun arrives over the shadow of a broken day, The forecast
extirpates all the hate in this land grown up
too late but still clinging on to the month of may
Bird watchers,
Bike riders,
Bank robbers,
Blues singers
together make this world vibrate, accentuate
the hair of each and every nape after nape, I contemplate
how this day will end, which roads to mend, which twig to bend, but I,
I light up with the glow that could only come after a rain, all my stains
removed and thrown through the windowpane
I jump out, fall back and arrive in my final scene
Lights crash, crash through this day, beauty between,
If you don’t already have this engrained in your brain,
The brightest rainbows come after the rain.
Apr 30, 2012
Apr 30, 2012 at 11:42 AM UTC
with the rain comes realization
and with realization comes change
the clouds beckon the lamentation
the lightning beckons the thunder
the tornado extirpates the innocent
but especially the blind
to their actions
their effects
their afflictions
even with the sun
eyes remain closed
ears deaf
spirit unwilling
to move
you’re comfortable
on your tower of contenting
But I am the foundation
The brick
the steel
the glue
and I am about to move
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 2:02 PM UTC