Allen C. Fischer | Bad WeatherFirst, a flash
and crack of bad wiring
high in the warehouse of anger.
An entire inventory slips,
sways on edge,
then crashes down.
Down comes a galaxy
of bricks, crated pianos,
box cars of stoves, abandoned
bedrooms, even a sphinx.
Loud arguments break out—
flashbacks conspire gales
of hilarity, nightmares and
eventually just sparks,
the flicker fireflies.
Who would imagine
so much is up there
or that when the tension
has cleared, it would all
come to nothing?
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