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.

Outside

a vestment of stars

blurred

by rain.

A whiplash of light,

unmeasured fury

permeates

the sky.

 

Blisters form on my heart

Don’t think Aloe or Vitamin E will help.

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