the blue sky
has brought out all
the happy idiots
who have never seen the sun
and stand
staring at it without welder’s glass
mouths open
and maybe this is a kind
of spring fever
a delirium of summer hunger
tomorrow will be the last day of the weekend
ten degrees cooler
with overnight rain
fewer cars
less happy idiots
Tag: weather
the weather (20171108)
and now
the weather report
tonight will be cold
mostly cloudless
the earth will exhale
homeless who do not have
a sleeping bag
or a tent to crawl into
or a car empty of gas but with windows
they will slide
into chambers like bullets
that can’t can’t can’t can’t
penetrate flesh
or tolerance
lucky for them
this is the coast
where the ice age
doesn’t descend
in sheets of actual ice
lucky for them
the weather is mild
lucky for them
lucky
they are lucky
they are knives
seen through windows
turn turn turn up the radio
they cannot cut
if they are sheathed
their cardboard magic spells
their incantations
they will not not not alter this
they will go hungry
they will become hungry ghosts
they will be silent as a vacuum is silent
Poem 20150609
the sky a silver grey
with few blue spots
that promised sun
a lie the whole day
instead the air rose like
miasma from a swamp
thick on the skin
thick in the lungs
and still no sign
of the lightning
we were promised
Poem 20150309
the goats barely seem interested
in their treats
maybe because they’re too busy
wondering about the difference
in walking partners
their level of interest
skyrockets once
the chickens show up for crumbs
maybe it’s the time change
but the morning turned out colder
than i thought it would
with low, heavy clouds
still pretending that the sun
won’t break through later
if it parted the clouds now
like some old testament pillar of fire
the sun would bake us
and you would have to take off
your sweater when we walk back
and the goats would run for shade
Poem 20150109
refusing to wait for warmer weather
she walks barefoot through the grass
now sere and wet
showing off shining nails
the colors of wine and stars
drops of water cling to her toes
and to my breath