The air is so heavy.
Even breath takes thought.
Each smell mixes with another.
I cant remember what I caught .
The trees cant sway.
In the stores the snow birds cackle.
Like they do all day .
Thereís another storm moving in
Its always the same.
There is always another storm.
We will give it another silly name .
They will buy up every bottle of water.
Damn I just need cat food.
Go someplace else to die.
I cant help but be rude.
I cant even park .
The sky is half sunset half dark
They come they go
On every channel is stuff we already know.
As quickly as it comes the season ends.
Iíve burned every candle .
Listening to its howling winds
Iíve Played every card game twice.
I should move to the city that would be nice .
Somewhere out west
Could give Cali a try
No with my luck there would be an earthquake
Id move in on a fault line and probably die
Very good peom and well written. I love your ending..
No with my luck there would be an earthquake Id move in on a fault line and probably die
It made me smile. It seems that you're rhyming on random lines. Normally that would bother me, but I like the way you did it. It gave the peom some interesting movement. Almost like the storm itself...