Wow
The rains are heavy on the roof,
The dogs are barking loud;
Across the way, the horse’s hoof
Comes tumbling like a shroud;
And I am dry and quiet; and I am wet and sore;
And I am as the riot within an apple core,
Where life has been devoured, and life is yet to dwell,
And life is like a madman trapped within an oyster shell;
If
the sky is trying to fall on me
and all i can think is:
she’s pretty.
wow.