Weather Forecast

I cracked layers of a situation

The pieces tornadoed around me.

The storm settled

But the reason was left unstormed.

It has become a part of me

It has become a storm.

I can’t find my umbrella.

Painful Parades

Melted metals stream your head

Eyes become too hot to sleep

Desolate feelings unite

Solidify into alloys you choose to keep.

A piano falls on you

An untuned guitar plays in your ear

Expectations daze you confused

Your music becomes your fear.

The heart knows not of science

Yet you try to decompose

The heat is too much to take in

But what you took in froze.

This may parade you mind

But parades don’t last a lifetime.

The Golden Tree

She peeled off pieces of wood

From her coffin and sawed

She climbed out of her deathbed

On her grave she spread out,

Pieces of wood to solve.

With her tendons

She tied the pieces together

And with her breath

She painted on the bark.

With her teeth

She carved the tree

She collected autumn leaves.

She dipped the leaves in gold,

And glued them on the bark.

Learn to look closely at the painting on your wall.