Thursday, May 15, 2025

THE CLIMATE OF MY LOVE

winds in my mind blowing from somewhere south

warm winds indeed

clashing with the cool serenity of those northern lands

and i am caught in this pattern

going in and out of sane

a super cell of rage caught in an atmospheric river of depression


no forecast today

our emotional meteorologist waved the white flag two days ago

no forecast today

the radar went down during the morning bombardment


convective available potential energy swirls about 

joules per kilogram indeed

this emotional soup is about to boil over onto the hot stove of destiny

and i am without shelter from my own storm

watches and warnings

nowcasting from within the eye of devastation 


no forecast today

i am the oncoming storm, the descending madness about to touchdown 

no forecasting today

an f5 of wrath cruising the alley of disappointment and regret


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