Sunday, October 2, 2011

september sky

the sky last night
was like a child throwing a temper tantrum,
like a husband with an unfaithful wife,
who comes home smelling
like another man

it was violent and hard,
it was a beating.


Jay said...

This is really good. That last line really holds the whole thing together for me. I like your poetry.

thehootingmind said...

awww rainy or clowdy

JamJam Stoneage said...

Beautifully written