This is the final hour.
Our sun is caving in.
Derelict dandelions let gale-force winds
Molest them, spilling seeds.
Inside the red-brick house,
The lady stumbles, spilling milk,
Letting loose loud obscenities,
Cursing the increasing gravity.
Copyright: June 2011
1 comments:
Has to be one of my favs, Love the imagery and the mind of it in the heart of the matter.
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