used to

The thunder used to scare me, used to hunt me in my room; Thirsty grumblings launched their shadows at the ceiling o’er my tomb. Darkened rumblings casting light from a forever hungry gut Leading silver chains to smoldering cells from flames and heaven cut.   Now I lie awake in bed when I can hearContinue reading “used to”

SIMILE

It’s like the sea missing the desert; The moon kissing the sun; The priest looking after the heathen. It’s like my heart pumping ice; trees shedding blood; clouds dripping leaves. Like snow in July; Flowers in December; Harvest in March. It’s like black seeing color; Guitars singing vision; Mouths hearing sound. Like life loving death;Continue reading “SIMILE”