Hot Heat Lightning
Dark night sky Scary strobe light Clouds sail by. Titan Thunder - Start the roar … Rip the hinge from Hades door. So insignificant - Is the one … To anything - That God has done. And through - this tortured veil - shall pass … We - the sentimental atoms - of insignificant mass. Now left to question … To opine … This my mediocre rhyme … My freedom come … Oh, what have I done … With my little stupid time? For nothing on this earth - is really mine. |
Yet maybe still - inside my sodden soul …
Resides a glimmer spark … Maybe baby deep - within my blood thick heart … Are remnant, radiant, pulsing, purple glowing … Embers of divine … Perhaps a flash - Of hot heat lightning - A spectacle … A loathsome shivering of fright. The yearning expectation and The remorse - of my gravity grounded course. The dusty clouded dream. The fight, not fought, so good. Sad, sad the would-have and the could-have. If only my minuscule and momentary light … Had shone more BRIGHT. |