"supercell" poems
People talk about Tornado Alley,
The part of the U.S where I live.
They act like tornadoes touch down every week in May through October,
Like storms go through every other week.
Like everyone’s not scared and they’re always calm.
The truth is,
Tornado Alley’s not like that.
Tornado Alley is worrying
When a tornado touches down only five miles from your house,
Your family’s in the basement,
Wondering if everything’s all right,
And if your house will be damaged.
Tornado Alley is praying a storm will pass,
The ever-looming threat of a supercell,
Swirling clouds above your roof,
The sky a nasty green and purple.
Tornado Alley is taking everything you have for granted,
Then being scared when it’s threatened.
Tornado Alley is knowing tornadoes exist,
But being thankful that you’re not in San Francisco,
Or Hawaii, Florida, the coasts.
Tornado Alley is flat plains and wide open spaces,
Not being afraid of a storm,
But of what lurks when the beginning is over.
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 9:51 AM UTC
Dear Battery,
Enough of your Flattery!
You power mere toys,
You are only used by little fuckboys.
But a Lock is a dads tool!
If you disagree you are a fool.
You do not understand Dad jokes even!
You are just a Un-dank Bush wannabe named Steven.
You are best to be leavin' Steven!
Because The 9 Volts are aimin',
To Give you a taste of their dankness,
You best run far and run fast!
Because their going to Shrek you,
Back to the Holocaust.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 2:20 AM UTC
i have never made love
i like to **** and watch the gears move
feeling your organs being pushed in and out
you must be too skinny
a two inch worm could make your skin crawl
shake
shut up, shut the **** up
this has nothing to do with names
this has nothing to do with what's behind your face
i just want to watch the gears move
grind
these parts function
with an undeniable force
like an atom bomb
supercell
i ****** for days
now it smells awful
like a trap for all the rotting emotion
blankets the air
and skin
and cloth
with the smell of a stagnant
sweaty hate
******* is an act of violence
but it is not a crime
intention determines that appearance
with nothing but good intentions
for every woman on this earth
they are all beautiful and deadly
but making love is a crime against god
because he keeps it for himself
deals with it only when he has to
and i thank him for that
Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 9:56 PM UTC
The harried life of truck driver ..
An eye witness account of kinetic America
Of supercell thunderstorms , Winter blizzards
The lonely byways of Texas , Oklahoma
Blue ridge mountains of Kentucky and West Virginia
Cornfields of Ohio , Shores of North Carolina ,
the turnpikes of Florida and Pennsylvania ...
To roadside eateries , bob-tailing at six a.m. ..
To family gatherings , special occasions minus a hard working
provider in the picture , running hot , enroute to Baton Rouge and
all points west , trying to make a decent living ...
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 9:10 PM UTC
the dark brooding cloud
that hangs some way off
is the distance between us
supercell of anxiety
will it rain or just
dissipate
is the thunder threatening
or just the rumblings
of a fresh summer storm
after a heatwave
we both look at the forecast
for tomorrow
and with heavy hearts
see what the long range
predictions are
there may be some
patches of sunshine
in moments when we forgive and forget
the odd warm day
here and there
but we both know
winter is coming
and snow is on the horizon
Apr 7, 2022
Apr 7, 2022 at 1:24 PM UTC