POETRY, Syllable Tapestries

The Blisters

Taxi cabs.
Street lights.
Neon signs.
Thunder storm.
Take cover in a bar.
Have a Heine.
Flirt with a long legged lady;
her black hair danced with her raven wings.
a vestment of stars
by rain.
A whiplash of light,
unmeasured fury
the sky.

Blisters form on my heart
Don’t think Aloe or Vitamin E will help.

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