Sitting atop Samson's pebble
quiet of the wood
on the distant road a car
wind goes through grass and tree
way-way far away
sinking in the mud of the moment
red dragons and white tigers wait in the field
what else would they be doing
Far away and over the hills
Always far away weathered grey shack on the beach.
Lucifer steps up to the covered porch.
Stepping on squealing warped wood.
Deep in the darkness of its shadow a breeze whispers by my ear.
Looking down at my grease gun. I fire ripping the door off its hinges.
Red dragons and white tigers wait in the field always waiting
what else would they be doing?
COMMENTS
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NOKTURNL
14:35 Dec 06 2019
nice thank you