Morning Rain

The rain is raining
in the morning
but why?

Tell me, penguin of desire
tell me
and break my damn heart

Is the rain
ominously foreshadowing
the sunset?

I do not know
and thus I trudge wearily
into the raging furnace

RAIN

Heat wave heat wave
heat wave heat wave
heat wave heat wave
heat wave RAIN
OH SWEET MERCIFUL RAIN
THANK YOU FOR COMING
THANK YOU
THANK YOU heat wave
heat wave heat wave
heat wave heat wave
heat wave heat wave

Silly

How silly you are being
O weather
unable to decide
whether to be really freaking cold
or just sort of pretty cold
and popping back and forth between the two
with blowing snow everywhere the whole time
though maybe it will be rain later
who knows?
You certainly don’t

Hurricane Remnants

Goodbye
Patricia
you saucy minx
you peed on Toronto
and the next day
you farted on Toronto
and it seems
the main benefit to me
was that your bodily functions
made it impossible for the people
jackhammering the living daylights out of my apartment building
to do so
meaning that for forty-eight hours
blissful silence prevailed
it was a rainy silence
and it was a windy silence
but it was also a silent silence
which is something I wish I had today
so farewell
Patricia
I shall miss you
very much indeed

Smoke

Mostly
the weather report predicts
rain
or sunshine
or hail
or snow
but today
it is predicting smoke

It does not say
where this smoke is coming from
so I’m assuming
it originates in space
where all the aliens
are having a barbecue
with space marshmallows
and hot dogs

That
seems reasonable
to me

Rain Threat

Surely it’s going to rain
because the report says it is
and we all
look anxiously
at the sky

But it isn’t raining
oh my God A CLOUD
A TERRIBLE CLOUD
A—
nope
still not raining
though the wind just blew my hat off

I thought the weather people
had projected a thunderstorm
so where’s all the rain at?
It’s hard to be this anxious
for several hours in a row

It didn’t rain
and I’m relieved
and also disappointed
at the same time

Profound Dream

chainsaw-wielding clown
caught crispy in a twist of cinnamon
come my clown
come and dance
on the bed of rusty petunias

it must mean something
when the rabbit
and the other rabbit
and the third rabbit
and the penguin
fountain upward in mists of violet
and scream imprecations at the porcupine

burn the clown of dissent
burn the clown of remorse
and watch out
for the epic dystopian spy plot
in which I play at least four parts

good night clown
good night brown
rabbit in the pasture
with the rain coming down