The Perfect Storm

my back’s to the wall here
where
this snarling call deep down sounding silent shouts,
spirals a covering hover-fall
a story of
reverberations resounding roars and all those long lost soars coming home
to roost and grope every fragment in a fusion eradicating
everything i relied on, homing me here having the be

hush

someone, something’s let me out and i circle overhead massing magnificence clouds
storms brewing my
tender, fierce, urgent emergence,
no frivolous shed,
shite sham
will remain

hush

take cover ’cause we’re all done with pretend,
these winds whip wild wakeful
gonna shred all the cloaks you claimed me for
long ago back there in the womb of reformed gynephobic fantasy

hush

see – silence speaks something forever changed and changing
but don’t expect the cagey girl
or the wordy woman
she’s all done, her fingers want more than cold flat surfaces
and carrots dangling conjurations washed away by rain

hush

see – you didn’t calculate, forecast or otherwise regard the once-in-a-lifetime
wonder brewing thunder rhythms
evacuating comfort zones and
sending us all home.