Thunder Roars

Every night, it never scares me more
and more through my own tropicalized
windows of flash and crash, the rain has
dropped a sack of suds, not even then one
lousy upload golf-ball-size hail everywhere
in the neck of the woods, the thunder roars were
so heavy and solid sounds, chokehold wires
were hanging loose, observation power came
offline, characteristic trees shaved off into the
old and new cars, poor pitiful houses have fallen
forever, some sorted streets with little and tiny
hypocritic cones, I fall asleep middle of the night
too, wearing a high-tech sleeping mask, listening
summarized entertainment righteous music,
attached two big-town ears, without overheard
Thunder roars and soars completely

Written by
Michael James Brindley
6-29-20