STORM

STORM

Whether through folly, mischief
or sheer want of care
you have thrown grit in the eye
of this gathering storm.

Note the urgent surge and swirl
of malevolent clouds burst across
a vile weathered moonlight leached
and loveless in the heart-heavy air

Beneath the twisted trees
braced and bolstered for the blast
in times of torture hide and tell no tales
of every day and always and never.

I am unsure if I am the malignant maker
of this tempest squatting in the skies
or a mere mute victim to be caught
tossed and borne aloft in the terror.

I will not vainly mine my memories
for meanings amidst the maelstrom
instead confine this torment tight and trapped
within the trash-can of tawdry dreams.