Homosurreal
Collaborations
5
Twister
Into the field dressed in blue
Out of the field in white
He walked like someone you thought you knew
But changed form in the light
Into the night with a steady gaze
Shirtless and nervous with worry
Melting the lines between fear and grace
His face turned a blur in a flurry
Better to hear the voices than silence
At least when he rants you're aware
That in front or behind despite the violence
You can feel what he sees when he glares
On the road with a shovel or a handful of bones
Perhaps near the burned or the buried
He peers through the void where he once had a home
And picks up his pace in a hurry
Written by © Raven Drake
Artwork: Edmond Simpson
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