(no subject)
The city drones as gears grind against their neighbors
and the sky smells rich with angel sweat
after July's long feast upon you and I, an unset table
an upset mind reeling from the chasing heat
trying to touch heaven from scalding asphalt.
an impromptu piece concieved as my satry on IRC. i like it, granted the angel sweat part was taken from my Frank Miller narrative. heh heh although this version is serious.
and the sky smells rich with angel sweat
after July's long feast upon you and I, an unset table
an upset mind reeling from the chasing heat
trying to touch heaven from scalding asphalt.
an impromptu piece concieved as my satry on IRC. i like it, granted the angel sweat part was taken from my Frank Miller narrative. heh heh although this version is serious.