Storm
Warning
by Gary
West
dark wind howling moon
goddess tongues
pierce the flesh
to lick
the primordial
soup oozing
from our stale
& weathered bones
as
effeminate fingers
scratch the sun
setting fire
to distant planets
bleeding
the protoplasmic
gamma rays
that will
illuminate
the future
& suck
the past into
a mostly uncertain
decidedly petrified
present.