he sat in his car
on the roof of a parking garage
controlling the storms
through the thunder
echoing in his mind

gray swirls, swirling fluff
clouds of sinuous smoke
drifting in fluffy gray
filled the skies around him
threatening cold rain

teary eyes behind tinted glass
a watery view of a concrete prison
high above yet penned in
by those unfallen tears
in swollen gray swirls

alone alone alone
he wails discordantly
no sun shining down as he
conducting the storms on the roof
a maestro of misery dethroned

hollow bone weariness
as fog pours in heaving throes
weaving accumulated cumulus
into a tapestry of woeful remorse
over a city kissed by dismay