aligning stars
meet underneath
aurora borealis

bonfire ablaze
souls colliding
energy speaks

and the seldom-told-stories
are absorbed so eloquently

remnants left by hot coals
superpositions on the earth

now adjourned
for our journeys
to be revisited
next lifetimes

and apart, we think
as speech wasn't a need
onward and onward, wherever onward may lead

weather! weather! GOD it hits the spot
watch it whether i weather the weather or not
day and night and rain and light amidst the Earth's rotation
i'll put up a FIGHT if you try to deny the weather is a boring station

nickelodeon can take a hike
cartoon network was never that great
can you really say you're living life
without the local on the 8's?

Jim Cantore you never ever bore me
and as your number one viewer i know you just adore me
Mike Bettes is the best it gets
when he's on air my body starts the sweats
Stephanie Abrams is just so amazin'
when her forecasts are right my **** gets a-raising

with shaft in hand through the hole in my flannel
predicting some RAIN TONIGHT ON THE WEATHER CHANNEL

is when you're unsure whether to be more angry at strangers calling you "bud," (because you're not a ******* kid) versus "sir" (and realizing you're ******* older now).

at work
one rainy tuesday night, busy as can be
managing manchildren, yet the best one said to me:
"ryan, some are here for a paycheck, others are here to make money"

perhaps foreshadowing, i went home and made an apple turnover

fire from the start
boundless expectations
wanna change the world
at every nameless station

but nobody'll ever help
my folks'd always say
"get your head outta the clouds
and focus on the day"

am i forced to feel too traditional for the city?
dreams slip through the sidewalk cracks
destined for obscurity

dead leaves ground-bound
look like tiny stegosauruses
i stop running for a second glance
the drugs put me in this mess

and the reflection of the streetlights on Lynn Shore Drive
makes another runner appear in front of me
and i'm always behind
still, i alter my mind

and on the drive home i saw four kids pushing each other in a shopping cart
to show them how real life could be art
it brought a tear to my eye to notice that sight
i turned away and decided i'd try Molly tonight

what are you thinking about?
don't be afraid when i walk out
i'm just trying to talk to you
you can be domesticated and we can switch places
take my job in foodservice, you can work the grill
i'll live out in the wild and run amongst the hills