6 października 2012
Shadow Of A Tornado
Tornados form in the distance,
products of wild imaginations
on rolling highways. Wisps
of nipples barely swirling
from green clouds turning above
God´s country in opposite directions
with unspoken understanding that
the plains are there only in preparation
for gloomy sunlit Kansas desert doldrums,
and the people on this tapestry blanket
only do his bidding here.
Screaming yelling kicking
in the absolute silence of corn fields
connected by straight lines dashed arbitrarily
in the great empty vastness.
Interstates, highways, country roads
marked with letters numbers
and towns unmoved with the strings
of quaint dignified sleep
with something lost in the madness
of cities who have failed
in their search for the authentic.
Symbols, important things.
Eagles in the sky encompassing everything,
sometimes lifeless on the asphalt.
Vultures salivating above rotted corpses,
floating over South Dakota waterfalls
that have always been there.
The moons burning in infinite space
guiding us in the darkness
from Des Moines to Eldon.
Harvest moons eating the stars
like red giants,
high blue ones atop
the otherwise unknown
in search of the spontaneous
betrayed by great horizons.
Small wood houses standing upright
against dismissive winds running away east
past the decay of another time eyeballing
underneath shallow skin with gothic dignity.
Deep into the night the world turns slowly,
change is just euphemism for how quickly
tommmorrow chooses to forget and ignore.
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