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After The Storm

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After The Storm

 

Not long after the downpour,

steam dragged itself

from the sheen of cobbles

in an effort to reach

the tiny rainbows

bouncing for the sun.

 

There was a wet smell in the air,

like the heaving body of a wolf

dying on a riverbank,

choking on its own blood

after the arrow

had pierced its throat.

 

The deep rumble of thunder

shuddered...

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Arroyo

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Arroyo

The rain has fallen down for twenty hours
from a dead sky of slate and granite hews,
dampening the walls of urban towers.

Cobbled streets the colour of an old bruise,
tyres rattle over pothole dark drains,
counterpoint to some distant splashing shoes.

The day cast in monochromatic stains
as water forms itself into a lake
that eddies into inner city lanes.

A passing car cre...

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TORRENT

 

TORRENT

 

Falling rain the colour of steel, cast down by the wind blown clouds.

Count the drops in the million, a never-ending torrent drowning the land,

better stay indoors or you’re in for a swim.

See it beat upon your window like a madmen with a drum,

the power of nature in all her ragged glory.

 

 

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Dry

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I hear the clouds form into a foul storm,

Outdoors soaking into an endless Ocean,

I’m smoking as the blessed showers pour,

There will be no stepping out the door,

Forever more, dryer than ever before.

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Nap Nap

Another quick one, needs work...

 

Nap Nap


Some days I think,
And those are always
The worst days.
 
Life; the sigh
Hanging from
My slack jaw,
 
Dribbling myself into
A pillow, hoping
I make a good pool.
 
Waking up wet,
Mid-day sun shines
Through the curtains
 
And the grass outside
Sobs when I ruffle
Its ...

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