i thought
this trip to
stephenville
might be the
first without
a drop of rain

yet as i sit
in the historic
downtown square
the thunderhead
has slowly
enveloped the sky

perhaps it’s me
the dark cloud
of despair
hanging over my
aching skull has
a certain sort of
temporarypermanence

as a child i wanted
to control the weather
cause gentle rains
on overbearing days
or billowing blizzards
for a week off school

now i think i would
just turn on the storms
let the torrent scrub
clean the filthy cities
eroding away all signs
we were ever truly here

if we ever were actually
anything more than a blip
a toxic pothole on the path
to desecrating more than
the lone blue marble
wobbling closer to the sun

i couldn’t summon the storm
anymore than i can affect
any worthwhile changes to
a system long neglected
now simply a machine used
to consume dreamers voraciously

and as the rains fall
over sleepy stephenville
the daydreams crumble
toasoddentechnicolormass
clogging the drains with
trulyimpossibletomorrows