Zadown Posted October 30, 2001 Report Share Posted October 30, 2001 day is blue glass yellow fire it draws shadows to the streets proclaims the coming of spring rises a smile to the faces of the crowd my sunglasses are missing their metallic brown masks wait dim darkness in some corner of my apartment I can't be bothered to worry the weather is way too beautiful shards of light tickle my eyes rise the pressure inside my head cut with their blades my spirit but I manage to grin tinted with falsehood every darkness a brief oasis angular building a shield against brightness plains on fire burning my mind my words grow taunt hammers batter my vision yellows drink other colors I am a shade rupturing under sky challenging evening to come annoyance and hatred it takes my wit tears my lips open blind rage Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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