. The Poet's Beat .

. The Poet's Beat .
"A working class citizen is apt to see this country for what it's worth... A miasma of interlocking variations on differing demographics and geographies unlike any other inhabited space in the world. The American Dream. The rolling footloose hills and the upstanding Apache badlands where criminals cut bread with priests and the children of Hollywood. I am no different. Yet I am still brazen enough to think that the world is a playground built by the rugged hands of a hard-working man in order that my fantasies be materialized." -- P.P. Vonnersdale

Friday, December 22, 2017

Of the Hammer

Where suicide lovers leapt to that icy stone
broken heart
broken bone
they shouted, it's only the storm that's growing
swollen momma clouds engorged towing lightening
     and the sounds of the hammer against Thor's forge
I've known loss
and the pain of lives like light tossed
but this

this hurts more

They said it's only a storm passing
I said it's only destiny laughing
old friends dancing with old faces grow in their graces

the crowd settles
the curtain rustles


everyone to your places.


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