Archive for June, 2007

Poem: Rain Cry


Rain. The dry earth cries out for it.
The sky answers with a crack, a roar;
black clouds scroll across the purple.

Drop by drop the sky comes down.
The soil splits receive the blessing,
closing pores cottoned with alcohol.

By virtue of necessity the buds open.
The Green Man rises, hard and proud;
muscle-bulked. Ready to spill his seed.

Currently listening to: Anne Rice – Servant of the Bones (Unabridged) – Servant of the Bones (Unabridged)

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Friday, June 15th, 2007