the sky holds the bad-tempered sun
in one of those moods,
the dry land is burning
humans walk along in a forced daze
animals take shelter
birds steal old chips
the firey winds blow through the cities
new hairdos flee freely
cracked lips are now “in”
winter white skin turns bright lobster pink
different pigments burn
natural tanners strip off
burning hell is the new spring so it seems
bushfires strip old towns
heartache echoes loss
from out of nowhere he moves so freely
sunnies for Mr Cool
Donning linen luxury
moving in a slow saunter to defy the sun
the sky looks down
wishing for the rain
the clouds see their chance to multiply
little wisps of white
now fat sooty beasts
the sun cracks it, but the storm will arrive
retreating in a huff,
as the clouds explode
Pockets of sunlight peep from between shy clouds, which sit rather highly in the afternoon sky.
The clouds lament that shyness is often mistaken for weakness as The Most lack certain insights.
To clarify, The Most, or the mob, are known by those sweet Greek thinkers of ancient times.
The Most think clouds lack the will to spill heavy rain and sweep quickly across the calm sky.
The sun knows The Most are full of bullshit, stinky cow dung, and sloshy old turnips.
The clouds laugh wildly at the sun’s phrasing, which gives them renewed resolve.
There’s a philosophical debate going down on high between the sun and the clouds.
Below, an angel stands still in sunlight and shadow feeling strange tingly sensations.
Sweet sensations overtake this heavingly light warrior, as the armour feels a bit too tight.
“The Most dare not believe in me”, the angel whispers to the clouds as they appear closer.
The sun retreats and the clouds darken,
as the rain bursts forth onto the dry old Earth.
The sun retreats for a nap and the angel
laughs loudly, as droplets touch worn skin.
the sea calls to the wind
the wind calls to the sun
the sun calls to the moon
the moon calls to winter
the land begins to close
as the land closes
the last rose of autumn
begins to take flight
petals ride on the wind,
for there is no sun;
only the moon and winter