#78. when the heavens light up
A try at a Sylvia Plath-style poem
March, 2007
It's so hard, it is
To be out there, in the lonely
In the grand charade of a battle field
Bullets flying, piercing
Words, then actions, at the heart
Only catalysts of a cyclical
Chemical reaction, with a
Hazy storm cloud overhead
But at the end of the day
Clear as raindrops on a glass shield
It's between You and me
That I don't want to stick my head in the oven
March, 2007
It's so hard, it is
To be out there, in the lonely
In the grand charade of a battle field
Bullets flying, piercing
Words, then actions, at the heart
Only catalysts of a cyclical
Chemical reaction, with a
Hazy storm cloud overhead
But at the end of the day
Clear as raindrops on a glass shield
It's between You and me
That I don't want to stick my head in the oven