by James K. Blaylock
a
lightning bolt ferociously bit into the clock-tower;
therefore
transforming the whole city, brightly blue
but
all the simple folk calmly wandered, as they'd always done,
no
panic grasped their lazy throats, nor ripped their easy eyes...
instead
they walked aimlessly, and with their blinders strongly in place,
as
nothing was to hinder their luxuries of time wasting and pretending
but
nevertheless, the stench of wild blazing fires would soon saturate
everything -
becoming
more than some dimples, upon the smiling faces of forgotten galaxies
Biography:
James
K. Blaylock is a write/poet/lyricist/ recording and spoken work
artist. He's from Dallas, Tx., but lives in east Texas now. He's been
writing for 13 years. Also he's enjoyed being published in many indie
writer/poetry magazines, both stateside and abroad. He says "I
adore being able to touch and coo people's souls. Writing is like
conjuring magic with mere words."
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