Lying on Asphalt
The rain comes tapping
wet secrets splatter
across my brow, my boots
I stand grey inherent
and watch the sky explode
while I lay a single rose
among the deaths of so many rumors
Misery, she runs to run
her cackled laughter cries out
forced and fake and sad
while I classify some part
of my simple sorrow
file it away
Confused in the mind we are
by our many probabilities
horrified by black and white
but not the elegance of flight
elegance gone once measured
Dust fired from the sun it all is
that confronted us so solemn
when a piece of paper
your harsh look
was what I became
This poem was written by Russell Warner on Jul 20, 2006.
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