Mad Summer Nights

The mad summer evening stretches its
thin weakened blue across the sky

The mad men stir in their soon doom.

These summer queries of mad men
stretch the already thin layered hope…

across these infinite dying blue skies.

Ah! and in the summer, the mad men
yammer to themselves

For the starlit, mad night to come
and sing them a soothing lullaby

Ah! Ah!

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poem by Blaine Reilly
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