Just RainA Poem by PerditionRain Never the poet Or pencil The artiste engineer Never welcome a page Canvas or even string with marks of design If you can Be clever as the worm Aware as A smiling jackal Puddled Be the Flowers dancing on the ends of green Distance your mind Like you would a disease Never turning to hold Or understand your purpose Reach out toward simplicity A desert grain High on free A wing Swirling Inches above Like the heart Suffer The deep arrow Silent Echoing In dialect of red Just rain Never the poet A morning glory Mutilated
Beautiful Crucified on the trells A wolf Three sheets Howling and hungry In the language of sun
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3 Reviews Added on August 20, 2015 Last Updated on August 28, 2015 AuthorPerditionVAAboutTwo quids from the soul of a clown: Keep writing, otherwise I refer to Mr. Cobain below~ more..Writing
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