They would have me
instruct a storm to spare the shingles on
their houses and the money in their pockets
When they say 'prove it'
I flail my arms and make a fool of myself
because they expect it of me
They don't know any better
Explaining and excuses are
not so different, but one is arrested
and the other robs their empty home
There is no language these people
understand. It's all fits and gestures
pleasure and 'not good enough'
Instructing a storm is the easy course
that only requires you to have arms and be willing -
to look, act, and play the fool
and show them all that their shingles and money
are already gone. Harmless enough
unless you are struck by lightning
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ReAnimation: A Poetry Collection
PoetryThis is a collection of poems from my youth that were pretty edgy and poorly written. Here, I've updated, edited, and reinvented them so they are not just a pile of lost causes in my poetry archives.
