We laughed like fools in a road show
With no food and only liquor.
The rain poured so loud,
So, we told it to hush
And loved when it only roared louder in rebellion.
For we are storms, you and I.
And we are kindred to a hurricane’s ravaging kiss.
We are the rocking of a black sailed ship
Before it is swallowed by the wrathful sea.
We are the winking cherry of a cigarette
In the void of veiled dark.
We are the eye, the very eye,
Of the storm.
J. K. L