The very, very center of a storm is called the 'eye’. Now I can’t help but wonder as a supercell passes by... why.

Yet as mighty, pregnant sky, mothers her clouds, they come to c… A lifetime of wonder is sprinkled… across the sky and in the sod, because the very sprinklings of Go…

So, I’m the speaker of this poem and pardon my hasty speech but I’m just one text-space ahead of Xylok. (He’s looking for me,) and I would rather speak MY head

A shadow without a shadow in spaceless thought I see the endless, aching battle going on between the sea and all the land it broods beneath

When questions drip in endless thr… where minds are left alone without accessing hidden songs sung from the Master’s throne, (whatever that might actually be,

When the ground gives way to empty… and Earth has finally been erased I like to think we’ll be all right because we planned an early flight… I hope we’ll all be ready to lose

Just write a line outright and sto… Then shorten it up again. Then go back up and match the top so it closes with cadenced end. Then it’s a matter of rinse and re…

How is it not clearly the case that we are a part of all space? I see the cosmos in your face and wonder as I do, if stellar debris that comes to go…

My wife said write a poem about what being a dad is like so I said “Love to hon, I’m down!… Now here I am ready to write. It’s like the stars and songs and…

Close your eyes, see chicken thigh… in marching cadence go to war with all the curly fries that KFC can throw, beneath a stretch of clouding skie…

I went inside my furthest head where 'who I am’ is found to root through all veteran though… that sluiced my cognitive ground. I searched for something simple -

I figured the day for any day; the outside looked as plain. So, I just went about my way as if things hadn’t changed. But I heard someone passing say,

I’d hoped to interject a sec to mention a thing or ten about the way I varnish a deck or wrangle a red-breasted wren... but something’s securely suspect.

I think the fridge just ate the ca… because it had the chance. Now, being a starving kitchen rat you’d think I’d do a dance. Now that I have watched one eat