Sunday, April 22, 2018

Jack Scott writes


I will stand under trees in lightning,
cross streets as the light turns red,  
swallow sleeping pills with gin, 
scourge myself with the worst of odds 
hoping that the same impulse of fat
that took you from me
will take whats left of me.
Image result for hand umbrella trees thunderstorm paintings 
Peculiar Storm -- George Nova

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