as the clouds blot out the sky
darkness spreads through the drapes
and into my living room,
casting me in shadow
and the wish that
the sun would stop shining
and darkness would expand,
until there is no difference,
between night and day,
between day and night,
and this moment would last.
dark
Texas Thunder Storms
poetrythe day was dark
damp and dank
with rolling,
rumbling,
crashing,
shocking,
shaking,
reverberating thunder
and flashes of lightning,
so bright,
lighting the night,
jaggedly stretching
from earth to sky,
briefly burning into my eyes,
remaining burned in memory
long after the darkness returned
and consumed the light completely,
so that only the damp and dank,
the dark remained.
every nice town has a really old junky place where people go on group dates because they think its fun to be this bad at a sport only exceedingly large people play with any kind of integrity, also i like the bumpers
poetryfoiled by your deceptive
glances leading yet another
one through the parking lot
past dark alleys and into
sketchy old warehouses
just to go bowling
the sieve and the sand 