Pariah rain dancers with twisty limbs
Curl-twirling to the candy floss clouds,
Grasping for forgiveness from the
Sun gods that bellow their silent
Sky-fire rage from heaven, while
The brick box infidels creep
Over the brow of the hill – planning
Their next decimation – and while,
Year on year, the grass grows wild and
Burns in the heat as the corn falls:
Heavy and yellow in abundance.
June 2015
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Fragments And Reflections
PoetryPoems looking at everything and anything not in my other collections. Here you'll find life and time, wild oceans and lonely coast paths, busy streets and empty hotel rooms, wild concerts and late night writing. All just fragments and reflections, l...
