three word wednesday: acrid, bane, tepid ; photo: modest, Char Y., flickr
sitting outside in the summer cool dark blue
the tepid terror of night negate
that bad dream 4 nights in a row
four sided cardboard bundle
container of curses, weigher of weights
observing objectively, hardly a peep
taste the acrid trace of truculent left overs
breezin’ by a wayward whirlwind
bringing home the thrown out lost
the tepid touch of long gone perished
chatting up an electrical storm
frizzes the hair badly