Web of Lightning
There have been times
when I’ve seen a web of lightning
fill the sky with electric blue energy.
A scorching shot of static.
Ecstatic and vibrant white fire.
And I hope the rain that comes,
rushes down and washes away
this smothering heat,
smoldering and humid,
heavy like bath water.
And I hope it drenches this anger,
this lust for chaos, this death wish,
anger at God, anger at life,
anger at you,
this fiery blazing anger
boiling over like lava
into angry fighting angry fucking
angry fists angry cock
and the fire breeds more fire
and hope that the rain comes down
and drenches everything
as the webs of lightning stab the sky,
fill the night with electricity,
with excitement and chaos,
and longing for the rain that will follow.
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