Beat Up Poem by Usetace Brown

Beat up

Trees punch green into the sky,
Great blotches of green, brown,
In contrast to the soft pinks and blues,
Floating slowly into hot orange and then navy.
As the sun drifts aimlessly towards the ends of the earth,
Taking the light with it,
The day succumbs to the night,
As far as he can see.
And though rain falls like bullets on a battlefield
He hears nothing
And all that is left is the harsh glow of the moon and the stars
Hanging over his head.
A stone in a pile of pebbles,
A pit in his upset stomach,
Tomorrow in his thoughts.

Fat, grey drops dribble from the abyss of the night
The steady rain caresses the window,
It’s acid plummets into his raw skin
Etched with his story:

Trees arise at first light,
Stalking the sky,
And day brings,
Another bruise,
Slow to heal,
Great blotches of blue and sickly yellow,
In contrast to the soft tan skin waltzing
Into an angry purple
And suddenly,
All that is left is the harsh glow of the moon,
The howling trees silent within the darkness,
And tomorrow in his thoughts.