the quiet storm

Voices of twister twirl speechless

Words on grey sheets rumbling

Untold these rush of waves

Of rafts tangled in wild adrift.

Drown in stripes labeled blue

Drunken films of silent maelstrom

Motion dance of needles buried

In haystacks of ceilings crashing.

Splatter in nights of quiet storms

Sounds crash in chase of breath

Unto battered rails tethered unsteady

Swept off roots drift amiss.

Rhythmic wander of nomadic paths

In laws of fate beneath stars

A cerebral gurgle on water

Hearts paddle within these ponder.