Everyone Talks of the Weather
(But They Don't Do Nothing About It)

by Joe Ossenmacher-Bedford

...the winds came in...
Stirring my gut
Blowing the dust from my heart
My senses awakened, surprised
The barbed wire was falling apart.

...the sun came down...
Blazing beneath
Naked entwining eternal
Melting the battlements down
Hotter than Dante's inferno.

...a shower snuck in...
Darkened the sky
Challenged our sun in its stead
The sun laughed, the showers skulked by
We too laughed about it in bed.

...the deluge collapsed...
Drowning my soul
Laying my heart out in strips
My ill dream coughed death rattle sound
Wet sand fell through my fingertips.

...blizzard of empty...
Killing my head
Freezing me dead in my tracks
Incomprehensible stopsign
My blind eyes are dripping with wax.

...storm suddenly gone...
Blue is the sky
Shining with bright sparkle gleam
We danced in the fields of ever...
(I pray that it's not just a dream.)

...the weather report...
Hot off the press
Listen you all while I shout it
Everyone talks of the weather
But they don't do nothing about it.

�1996 by Joe Ossenmacher-Bedford. All rights reserved. Unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws.

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