Monday, September 9, 2013

poem three : summer storm






summer storm



the ground rumbles
under my bed
true grit heading my way
 
down the canyon
 
rocks and bones shrink
in anticipation
earthquakes split the sky
snap me open like
a Beverly adjustment

                                                            munchkins climb my spine
one thousand two thousand
white blue yellow green
flashing zapping bolts
short circuit my world
 
 leave me breathless
                                                                              deaf
                                                                         temporarily
blind
 in one eye

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