Encircled by clouds one shade below black
My soul searches for breathable air
My heart lingers in the gutter of lies
And procrastination warms my head;
Desperation falls from my shoulders
Like a prostitute disrobing for the first time,
Distance that time brought so close;
Thunderous moans gasp from the sky
The clouds part like legs for the lightning
Reaching up into the heavens as if
Needing more than it’s been given;
Twelve Magnolias stand twelve feet apart
Each display twelve blooms on twelve limbs
Twelve dead leafs lay on the ground
Under each of the twelve struck trees;
Smiles seen in the shadows of bushes
All but disappear as the day turns to night
And the night darkens the day, leaving
Us with premature darkness all around.
4 Aug 19
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