Broken Unbrellas

Broken Umbrellas by Mike Lee as the red fire sun nibbles away the pink ends of the day my last thoughts will be of you you with your tinny white ankles dipped in a blood red rain and your broken blue umbrella fighting the wind like a caged matador under a bull dog sky while critics pour out word sand castles on distant shores leaving you untouchable as i watch the dark sky swallow us all such soft words sails at sunset swells in surf memories boats pass us in a fog friends forget u and the sharks eat the rest life pours out on broken rocks pennies and poetry white sails at sunset fingers twist thoughts like broken pretzels and poetry both assaults and astound my senses my temples on a printed page sharp as glass egos words wound out of tune discarding friends like so much old baggage memories discard the truth hiding reflections in broken mirrors under covers of flesh and regret some words we can't take back sharp as broken glass word on a page cut into us