it was
a flashflood
as two feet
of water
suddenly swarmed
the fast lane
visibilty reduced
to feet in front
of my speeding
gray vehicle

i did not sway
majestically
releasing dual
tsunamis across
the empty highway
momentarily flushed
with magical power
or possibly biblical
depending on which
mythology you prefer
a master of hydronomics
channeling the flood
to carve a path on
toward the next call

the errant arm
of the hurricane
swats at dallas
from the gulfshore
infusing a fool
with the power to
control the storm
or at least crackle
with bipolar energy
all by my lonesome

already have the beard
just need robes
and rune carved staff
to go with my bitching
velcro vans and
hot pink and purple watch
(at least according to
the guy at the college)
i can finally ascend
to my crooked tower
in a dark forest
filled with red eyes
casting spells along
with dispersions until
the storm or dissociation
finally comes to an end

there was a flashflood
and for a moment
i hoped it would
sweep me into oblivion