WEATHER IN THE BODY
It's easy to see
dark clouds are
disturbing eyes
There must be
a cold front
developing nasally
A look down
throat confirms
slick roadway
Rumblings
inside stomach
indicate shift
To high pressure
creating change
in wind direction
Earthquake follows
followed by
flash flood
Expected
mudslide comes
later that evening
In morning
clear vision again
but low approaches
Precipitation
sign of
instability
BAD WEATHER POEM
Gray clouds dominate sky
like rolls of stomach fat
Darkened mountains line horizon
like piles of bat guano
Wind topples trees
to look like awful toupees
Rain falls like gods
peeing on their people
Concrete gutter rivers take
fast food cups and wrappers away
Fast food cups and wrappers
wedge into iron drain grill
Soaked streets glisten
like diseased black veins
Grass matted down
like a beatnik haircut
Snow covers peaks
like bird poop on statues
Chill permeates skin
like death acquiring a soul
GOOD WEATHER POEM
merciless sun beats down
like a lowrider's backseat speakers
clouds become wisps
and disappear like paychecks
mountains warm up like
piles of fresh poop
hot wind flows over all
as if Big Brother could touch you
trees embrace haze
go from green to yellow
flowers stretch out petals
like reawakened zombies
grass blades grow like hair
on a punk teen's head
asphalt streets bulge
like lavaflow over land
concrete gutters are home to
tossed fast food cups and wrappers
heat makes skin pink like
salmon in a processing plant
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