Maureen
It struck me with the fury
of one thousand lightning bolts.
Although the cool ocean invited me,
instead I chose to hit the concrete.
I felt the light of my being go out.
I swore I would never feel the love
of electricity again.
My conscience cursed
and reminded me of Maureen.
Then, I realized
I was living her nightmare.
I screamed her name
and the man of Stone cowered
and trembled in the vibration.
I ran for miles-
away from the dark and home to Maureen.
I told her to stop poisoning her drinks
to feel closer to the clouds.
"Maureen," I said.
"Maureen!" I cried.
I wish I cried gold so I could pay you back.
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