Saturday, June 29, 2013

POEM: April 10, 2013

Had I left this spot


When the wind first thrummed,

When the gray clouds drummed

a black fist at me,

When my chilled teeth chattered

And my tired bones rattled a mamba

With rumbling hips of thunder -

I’d have missed the blue whale sky ripped asunder,

Stripped to the flesh, exposing

A roiling sun, flesh bared unrolling its tongue

Until it touched the earth,

All the while smirking, licking me warm.



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