Spring Storm

Thunderclap bellows clang of
guttural repose
black monstrous clouds collide like
bulbous bulls in skyward contention
the whip cracks and I am thrown
backwards down Riverboat Ln
chain link fence and flimsy mobile home trailer
defying the gods with
an inept castle of playing cards
middle finger
pantheon of fiberglass and
hamster turds
an irresolute child hovering in hesitation
between
pleasure and terror
the walls swimming in twisting smoke bend
inward
intimately compressing the last breathable air
phantasm cottonmouth of bedside scripture
mounting the stage for a wet dream
towering mountain of electric current
of cold rain radial rhythm slinging
torrent after torrent in tendril and
crooked spiral
she comes in thudding cannon crescendo
calling my boyhood memories back to
this present madness mauling asunder
angry mother in fragrant purple curls
mauve skirts and sharp cutlass.

TA