Black to the Breeze
Another storm commencing.
Crow is in frolic and frenzied mode.
Searching for another slanted piano.
Upsetting melody and rhyme once again.
I haven't fully recovered from prior precision strikes.
One more slash and the heart is below the waterline.
Please mind your business and pass me by,
Bullseye...you've landed on my keys once again.
Cork screwing the mind-laying black to the breeze.
Your nonchalant carnage is nearly complete.
Now you just linger to mock and to tease.
To place my last tear in your big bloody beak.
Please- please-please, for the love of God, just leave.
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