"kowalczyk" poems
lightning crashes, a new mother cries
her placenta falls to the floor
the angel opens her eyes
the confusion sets in
before the doctor can even close the door
lightning crashes, an old mother dies
her intentions fall to the floor
the angel closes her eyes
the confusion that was hers
belongs now, to the baby down the hall
oh now feel it comin' back again
like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
I can feel it.
lightning crashes, a new mother cries
this moment she's been waiting for
the angel opens her eyes
pale blue colored iris,
presents the circle
and puts the glory out to hide, hide
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 2:15 PM UTC
It's been a year of heroes.
I've met so many of them
Since January.
Ed Kowalczyk, Eric Church...
And Neil Gaiman today.
They were
All the same comforting
Base of blood and bones as
The rest of us.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC