storm

[sanmagic7]

this is something i wrote many years ago.  just thought i'd share.

storm

once under the storm
the wheels of fortune cut loose
and bake an overstated
merit award of plunder
while we stock the pot
and light up anew.

heavens above worship our loss
the cocktail time takes hold
of the underbelly of destiny,
and we know there is none.
why wait?  it will only float on
in a margin of hopeless.

notwithstanding in the rains
we pull our hats over our heads
hiding from the streaks of blight
that shatter above.
turning on our appeals,
we understand now
why it took so long.

[meursault]

Just noticed this was here.  I really like the "streaks of blight that shatter above"  line in articular. That is an awesome phrase.

Meursault

[sanmagic7]

thanks, meursault.