Storm clouds hanging heavy on the horizon
moving slowly this way, that way, got
my eyes on them,
crawling ever on
like a ****** with a gun
that's aimed at me.

Secretly they fascinate,
the way they lacerate the sky.

Umbrella man
with head held high
can understand
though cannot see
the reason why
the sky flows
overhead.

I see trouble brewing
words of
bitterness
accruing,
some goings on
that need
some
seeing too.