Darker
By Bill_Hicks
All Dark Poets are the wind
Some are of Great Goat martyrdom:
They
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
their gusts
Of lightning shrapnel
To tree bark
Storms in their minds
Become literal haelstroms
Thunder imagined
Light
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Some are of an Arctic Hare's subtelty
They freeze
a pond of ice
for pretty things to skate on
not too thin
a
WOLF
would still fall through
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WOLF
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Light Poets breathe out too deeply
Hot air escaping a bag of wet flesh
bagpipes
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Some are the Eastern and Western gales
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Tides are moved in wake
Waking dawns dream eggshell covers
Truths unmask before gauged eyes
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Author's Note:
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A former member wrote:
The experimental/unconventional style is really cool, I found this equally moving and humorous. Great poem!