Monday, November 30, 2020

Waterfront Blues Week

Scorch, night; hurl flowers of flame
above the river; rattle and roast
sticky-pavement streets.
Seethe, simmer discontented evenings,
sun fall searing into scarlet clouds.
Blaze relentless in burning dark.
Smoke, roll over the city,
hide hell-bright explosions.
Shake drums and wail trumpet,
blister hands and lip, boil kettles
witches’ brew of blue souls.

Books Available
The Day of My First Driving Lesson
Country Well-Known as an Old Nightmare's Stable
High-Voltage Lines
Knocking from Inside

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