Do Not Disturb- Tiny grass is dreaming, of heights like a redwood charming even the clouds tempting them to grow roots and settle in the dirt, To wait for rain and spats of lightning who threaten from above to burn the whole damn thing down Do Not Disturb Tiny grass is dreaming of power like a bullet stinging red to lighten up the street corners of a nation Propelled to the speed of madness with the density to rupture flesh Do Not Disturb Tiny grass is dreaming of escape of pulling from the root outward past the sidewalk and beyond the prim green abyss of neatly guided existence. Of moving on beyond the fertilized and secure beyond the white picket somewhere where the clouds may come to rest.
Posted on: Thu, 15 Aug 2013 04:33:23 +0000
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