Storms clean smoke In the bellow of breeze And clouds it brings In the old rain That now purges the haze And assaults the intrusion With vanishing pollution Come sure appreciation Of the skies missed no more
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Sequence
Flowing like a gutter Just an arm to another Destined for the dirty sewers Through dank tunnels Drains for the storms For the clouds overhead Could you take a leaf out On the water and ride it? Mucky and grimy Algae is climbing Quick city currents Lightless and blinding Fabricate a way to change TheContinue reading “Sequence”
Approaching Storm
Blackgull
Blackgull Blackgulls make the Candle wax That’s burned through By the jar They caw and cry When storms at sea Light the skies Like L.E.D.s It’s their sound That smells of cold Fire and hot ice And powerful spices They fly on clouds, Lightning in their eyes A frictious breakage They call so loud AContinue reading “Blackgull”
Glawio
Glawio Billowing mushroom cloud Fungi pepper the ground, Shot from sky castles With heat sensitive vision, To pollenate in image, As large hammers drill Massive shells down barrels Of artillery; macrocosms Of droplets, rippling Puddles, and descending Dust.
Chilled Chaos
Chilled Chaos Perfumes of petrichor And ozone Are rife. Lightning is Flying with Abandon. Cinder bolts crisp, Gold blood stone bolts Blitz gasoline. Inverse smokestacks Jet nebula smoke Through chemical contrails. Diffuse vapor floods Pulsate with the hum And fuzz of embers. Tufts of grey rum-scented Cloud chaff currents Twinkle and swarm, With shards ofContinue reading “Chilled Chaos”
Landfall
Landfall I remember that day When waves weren’t sated A shelter had always been kind As rooms outside my shrine No one could ever chance upon Someone over which to fawn But I did And I burned I called the lightning eyes And the red clouds saw my flare Shot into the darkened air ToContinue reading “Landfall”
Bottled
Bottled Where could I start? Where oh where could I let these butterflies go? You might not even listen Or understand how much it means She’s a symbol to me Of more than herself, of course She means to me what it means to breathe To live Be alive in a place that everyone elseContinue reading “Bottled”
