Thursday, September 18, 2014

The Empty Rainquiver

Blood-blue upbubbling
Ebbing postsurfracing
Waves oshunned
Words unending
Hans unheld
Foe I's uncussed
The Truth is Out There
Brownd always, thin Prometheus
Hides purple seisamic seeds
Red tears sickle down
From the bluerring cloudsky

A saffron-chrome globe
Rises from the Waste
As a green moon pokes
Its Northward way

All that is missing
Is the yellow gold
And the Leprechaun.

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