Marc Creamore Poems
Invocation To The Clouds
Oh gentle rain, oh unwanted by the majority rain,
come and bathe mankind’s awol state
of consciousness, bathe the pastures littered
bathe the harmonica blues from the souls
of Bobby Dylan and James Cotton
because they long for swollen Mississippi rivers
or the particular nuances of angelic harps that
will call them home.
Oh rainfall, they have placed an embargo
on whispering mirrors that once upon a time
used to speak in truthful...