Stormy

"Stormy"

Floating from room to Room,
Smears a trail of paranoiac mollusk mucus.
Sounds of popping heated grease,
as the walls boil.

Lion's matted cob webs,
Stream behind in lightly twisted dregs.
As eardrums grip the carpet,
and pray the Earth doesn't let go.

The phone is ringing again,
chatter rushes and mounts.
Static from the flatscreen,
spills forth in a foamy pointed heap.

Vision flashes with every gasp,
searching; but no windows found.
Doors slam shut,
staircase tumbles and shatters.

Seismic quaking vibration coming from beyond,
insecure; waiting for its arrival.
Stoic boredom of nameless objects,
It's stormy out tonight ....

Monday January 28, 2013 10:04 pm

Poem #69