WINDMILLS, a poem written by TM DiSarro at Spillwords.com

WINDMILLS

WINDMILLS

written by: TM DiSarro

@tmdisarro

 

Windmills at the Isle of Wight

Grinding out a wall of sound

Crashing chords into the night

Hardly ever touch the ground

Frantic Mystic Maniac

Rushing through the sky he sings

The gods applaud as he attacks

Rock rains down the hell he brings

Bass lines rumble out like thunder

Rolling up to heaven’s door

Can’t define the spell he’s under

Drum beats pound the killing floor

Machine gun fills between the space

Slaying notes like dragon scales

Full moon madness in your face

Flaming on in fine details

Microphone flashes like lightning

Spinning on the wings of Eos

Voices piercing words immortal

Screaming out in perfect chaos

Flying like a fool on fire

Guitar cries like banshees wail

Breath of sounds to fuel desire

Creating wind inside his sails

Exploding as the sky is falling

Thrust a question for your name

Rush of ocean voices calling

Drowns the memory of rain

TM DiSarro

TM DiSarro

I do not consider myself a writer but I love to write. Neither a poet but I love poetry. I steal bits and pieces of time to scratch out ideas on note books, laptops and cell phones. I live and work in Florida fabricating custom canvas and other fabric products and sometimes costumes.
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