Oh, Joo-Lie

the wolf

the heat dances above the street
like hells own little ballet of the damned
I search for relief finding only baths made for birds
the city screams for something wet
anything....
this brings me to you

in the arms of destiny I find you
waiting, always waiting
I'll reach to you with broken wings
call to you with blood curled screams
a whisper....
a cry

this July wave of infernal death is maddening!!!
I watch the casualties
perform their dance of death
under the midnight sun
a song....
my own?

you say this will last forever
oh, but you lie
the night song will end
and the damned will rest again
retiring....
never again to be seen

rollings

the wolf wrote:

call to you with blood curled screams

.....I'm sure that's always appreciated.

this poem was a hot one
("You say it's August, but July")
till next year

mikalina

Thank you for sharing your poem.... love the 2nd paragraph...