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