Oh. Thunder,
How I love your sound,
The resounding slap
Of a Thunderclap
Even shakes the ground.
I always fright:
where does the bolt strike?
Even if out of town,
I wonder.
Archive for September 26, 1990
God’s Electronic Floor Tom Sample
Posted: September 26, 1990 in PoetryTags: God, Sample, Sound, Thunder
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bicycling over the heath
Hardy in the veins,
poetry running throughout my brain
and dirt beneath
me and my green bicycle
touring the countryside
admiring the steely sky
losing the Me in Michael.
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