EclipseThe shallow sky broke open, and allowed to spill what it had beenEclipse
fighting to contain for all of time.
The sky wept fire, landscapes bathed in orange and red. Trees soak in crimson dripping from leaves as if they were victims.
The sun wed the moon and the night
fled in fear of the darkness and fire that cloaked the land for only a moment.
The divorce of heavenly bodies, the marriage of fire and night has come to an end and the world cries.
GuideI will steer you past the flames that lick at the teeth and trace a ridge of mountains and spires. Through the passes and valleys, from spine to scapula, and shelter you from the torrents of rain, salty and mad, raging and pounding at the walls of a tiny metal cell. Contained by bars of steel where alcoholics sit and spill their buckets of grief that soak the floor with fire and fear. You will never see the crow that beacons to snakes and cries in the night, black and stark. &nGuide
All My Friends Are MetaphorsAll my friends are metaphors. I ask them to hang out, or go to the movies, and they always say, “We cannot, for we have great works to accomplish. We must be there when people need us. We are the glue of verse.”All My Friends Are Metaphors
I think that my friends think too highly of themselves. Where would they be without people like me? I am the employer of the literary devices that claim to be my friends, but will they take me to a ball game? Did they wait in my house to surprise me on my birthday with a cake as large as a house? No, they have never done these things. They are far too busy.
I do not despair though. My friends are true; they
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