Poetry of the Soul

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. ~Thomas Gray

Mt. Rainier August 20, 2011

Filed under: poetry — laurenmichelleotheim @ 12:07 am

Bald head hovers, alien, as the Death Star above the trees

Waiting, Silently to gun them down in the violent expLOsion it resembles

mushroom clouds like ash all around so only the bulbous crest is visible.

A warning: run while you still can!  Imminent death

will occur sometime

in the next two weeks

to two thousand years.

(c) Lauren Otheim – 2011

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