The mad summer evening stretches its
thin weakened blue across the sky
The mad men stir in their soon doom.
These summer queries of mad men
stretch the already thin layered hope…
across these infinite dying blue skies.
Ah! and in the summer, the mad men
yammer to themselves
For the starlit, mad night to come
and sing them a soothing lullaby
Ah! Ah!
Those mad summer nights!
Blaine Reilly
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mad-summer-nights/
