(poem found in forgotten files)
I was mowing the grass on a golf course fairway
400 yards of dragon scale green glinting dumbly in the sun
When the sky turned purple in the west
The sound of a building beginning to collapse
The collapse sound accelerating
Clouds that looked like nickels flattened on train rails
Issued a lightning bolt that withered the tree
I was standing beneath
The way Jesus withered the fig tree
That did not bear him fruit out of season
My hair was singed
My teeth felt like electric crystal
I ran down the dragon scale green fairway
In the strobe light of the storm
It began to hail and it sounded like
I was inside of the popcorn machine at the movie theater
Pop! Pop! Pop!
I screamed and a hailstone entered my mouth
Pelting the back of my throat and damaging my larynx
And I could no longer sing a without feeling like a baby dragon
Was hatching in its egg inside of the kettle
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