Latenight No3
Finally,
I can fill a page or two
with professions of how beautiful
the snow is,
how it's what we prayed for
and what we were promised
from inside the walls of our detention cells.
It's so beautiful
can you not believe it?
I heard it was to keep on falling
till the townsmen started calling
a-rocking the phones off their places of rest
and onto the tile
Let's hope that come tomorrow
the buildings I live my life in
have been totally smothered,
blanketed in a white so pure
that the angels themselves would take it up as garb
after just one look
and let's hope that these words
aren't just a cry for credit
and that I haven't just been spitting slop
to fill a page or two,
course I haven't even done that yet...
Good night, sky
Please keep spilling your sh1t
till the lunar eclipse;
now I'd say that's about a page.
Copyright © Le Sony'R Ra | Year Posted 2010
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