Photo Artistry by Erik Johansson Master Photo-manipulation Artist
I’ll carry my bucket of tears
to the beach so I can bury his name
in the hottest part of August.
There’s always a blues song
splashing against the sky
where water dances in sighs.
Not everything’s ugly in the moan,
sass comes in waves to drop
a little hell in the spray so
the dead of night won’t be lonely.
Misery loves harmony, but
she won't like it when
I won’t let her sing the chorus.
©Susie Clevenger 2019