stormy weather

the pelts of hail boring down on my back
listening to them shoot and dart of vehicles and houses
the heavy cold rain showering me until
my clothes are drenched and sticking to my body

peal them off and throw them down on the ground
where the wind blast hollow my insides.
its not a dance today its some ritualistic baptism

broken glass and thrown tree limbs are scattered about
the brick houses and the ground seems to be sponges under
my bare feet.

i revel in the tempest's quick fury and blast
it releases my mind from memory and blocks
out the sun that lights my direction north toward your
home.

each one holds my face and traces the tears rolling down
they speak of things supernatural glowing through my eyes
their touch seems strange and strangling.
reciting to me who I am: a man walking out of paintings
and breaking out of stain glass cathedral windows.

im not supernatural. im not just my body and these burnt green fires
my chest is filled with vacant marks of where i took it out
and laid it next to my favorite blue lights.

my stone that i wanted to give you. placed in side this hollow
and broken frame. diamond shape and glittering. will remain.

these are my thoughts as i watch your dancing boots.
splash in circles and hidden under yellow umbrella fields.
stormy weather.