monster storm

— 1 —

   dark-eyed tornado —
      hailstones slap against thin-skinned
         glass staring it down

— 2 —

   godzilla's bad breath
      spits out toads and mobile homes —
         clouds bare broken teeth

— 3 —

   spring mist on debris
      exhasted from brutal war,
         words ripped from their roots


2 Responses to “monster storm”

  1. 2010.05.12 at 11:47 pm

    I have always feared tornados…something about that much power confronting you and everyting you own …I found your poem not only captured the power of such storms…but how they leave victim speechless at the end….well said.

    • 2 sarachnid
      2010.05.13 at 12:36 am

      She did have that, yes, and did leave me so, these words and others I’ve tried to mouth not having broken any silence left in her wake.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

formal attire

short of breath

Error: Twitter did not respond. Please wait a few minutes and refresh this page.

%d bloggers like this: