Spurring Storms
He opened a door, approaching a massive thunderstorm.
The lizard king pounding vocal strings at the whisky a go go,
lightning bolts striking everywhere.
He was born groping for doors
that's how he probably died
spurring the flanks of roan thunderheads
in a torrent called we call life.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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