Thunder & Lightning

dedicated to those who feel lost

wind whistles, a train blows
against the silence of this height
pregnant screech with a honk
but no hit

thunder with no lightning

the pigeon lectures
as the preacher walk past below
planning to save the world
while one lost soul looks down on him

stomach churns
knuckles crack
saline eyes close, then open
air flees condemned lungs

mind, once full, empties for the last time
switch flips somewhere
deep in the subconscious
no going back this time

moon disappears behind a dark cloud
star waves as it falls to the distant horizon
slow lean
pregnant descent with a scream, and a hit

thunder and lightning

June 20, 2005