bad moon rising – May 31


blue lamp special light

windows of rain tonight

fall around rainbows

until skies let loose.


dark clouds, basic feuds

sun to wind to shearing

falls, hot cold frontings

spawn our swirl death dooms.


twister, roarer, heightened

restorer, when do we

know that we’ve pushed

too far.



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1 Response to bad moon rising – May 31

  1. Sahm King says:

    The moment the world ends. What a wonderful piece of poetry, and just somber enough. Maybe it’s just how I read it, but there seems something frantic about this poem, like grasping at reality but always letting it slip through the fingers. Don’t know if that makes sense, but that’s what this poem makes me feel like. Well done.

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