It was Sunday and the clouds were indifferent to my need for gloom---
it should've been an accessory to the grieving
but it wasn't
They had an odd sense of humor, these clouds---
sneaking away in the middle of the night
just early enough to bring a green flash
and octarine
And then---
like the greedy fucks I had always known them to be---
they left us with the beams
Without so much as a thought of the darkness six feet under
You shouldn't worry about the dark 6 feet under because by that time you will be in the light. Because love is light!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteagreed. The expectation in this piece was quite different from the result. A need for gloom is a need for a greater darkness. How about some light? I will admit that the perspective this piece holds was refreshing different.
ReplyDeleteagreed with Aaron on that last one.
ReplyDeleteClearly, all three of us are saying we want you to less express yourself freely per your specific feelings and what they might compel you to say at the moment of composition--- but rather... take into consideration our feelings as readers and the toll your poopy attitude and subject matter takes on our fair persons.
Am I right fellas?!
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