Poem-A-Day #149 : Storm

I had a metaphysical period. It was mostly about storms and things being anthropomorphized.


Storm (3/13/04)

As the buildings unmake themselves
the wind is singing about the unmaking
          about the color of unmaking
                    the taste

The streets cannot handle
the multiplying of atoms
as bricks disrupt

Lightening comes up
splitting paint from walls
          separating veins from leaves
                    stealing the soul of water