Predictions
The storm, as a last ditch effort
to move a critic, has a rough patch
now dosed and making up
coming clean.
A gulping train belches flags.
Someone says
the chill of the white farm house
will need green to show
all things break down.
Life or death comes on
like street lights of an all too
familiar ride. If I was taken
short or long, the gases will
not collide, or make tomorrow
fill the head with thunder.
If the lights go out, I've
already written the book
on the dark.
The storm, as a last ditch effort
to move a critic, has a rough patch
now dosed and making up
coming clean.
A gulping train belches flags.
Someone says
the chill of the white farm house
will need green to show
all things break down.
Life or death comes on
like street lights of an all too
familiar ride. If I was taken
short or long, the gases will
not collide, or make tomorrow
fill the head with thunder.
If the lights go out, I've
already written the book
on the dark.
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