Showing posts from August, 2020

Dust Spew of Dragons

I love dragon fieldsspewing August dustinto rain barren clouds.The anger of summerat the end of its ropeis theater I understand.Inevitable chokes with its curse, and the rib shredding of changedoesn’t earn our applause.Sisters of sun and steamed pudding moonwe know Autumn will soon arriveto taunt us with winter.
©Susie Clevenger 2020The Sunday Muse #121

Knee on the Neck of Democracy

We’re praying between bullets, fed pepperto season our screams, and dodging puppetswho dance on an orange string. Change came like a lion,stalked our lungs, then locked us downin a twitter nest of failure.What will we look like when hell is over?When tomorrow doesn’t arrive witha black coffin sun? ©Susie Clevenger 2020Friday Flash 55