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permit me to or not
And when the realization comes over you
Like a thick thunderhead
Oozing violet precipitation
You'll accept this infiltration
With

'cross the dew drops of morning,
around snow that drifted last night without warning,  
through lightning and thunderheads, booming and storming --
no two

the sight
Van Tassel population nine
In the fading light

The moon rides over the brown buttes 
Rounding up the thunderheads
I’m riding cloudy memories

High Plains Killers

Sun beats down on Kansas
High Plains heat
Thunderheads boil
At 30,000 feet
Radio crackles
Spotters near Great Bend
Funnel clouds

the time

The green is gone and you're burning away
You hope that you catch fire
But there's no lightning in thunderheads
No spark to catch pyre
You had it

Yesterday's storm was one humdinger
Cloud's grew dark with thunderheads
Lightning strikes one zip zap zinger
Hit so close I pooped my threads

One humdinger

Thunderheads are building there
Evening does the rest

Run with me into the sound
Soar above the trembling ground
Race between the cypress trees
To the hidden

prose
That crowd my mouth
Like a cancerous growth
That's beginning to choke me out

I stand aside
And watch thunderheads collide
And never felt a spark

I

Here the tree roots only grow shallow
The blood of the wounded has salted the soil
Out on the skyline a thunderhead blooms
A coyote is skulking along

of thunderheads hogging the view

I was taking my time
I was taking my time
Taking my time
Nothing too much on my mind

And just as I'm thinking
That nothing could

Sitting on a rock
Looking out across the dessert
The thunderheads are building
I can smell the rain
Lightning strikes
The storm begins
The wind blows

Stare into the abyss
Listen to your reflection
Whisper floats from the mist
It can still turn out better
Thunderheads dissipating
Sun caresses

And say the words I haven't spoken for a long time

And how do we meet this situation
When to walk away
Would be the easiest road
But in this thunderhead

Could we fuck off in the morning
Waste this black and threatening thunderhead
Like senses taken without warning
Intensify the how and why, the give

a storm brewing in the backdrop

I've been dealing with a front now
Thunderhead looms, crack a boom like it's proud
Doom and gloom, I know it isn't true but

See the crowds as they leave
Without a by-your-pardon
See the clouds as they weave
Through the thunderheads
See them storm through the streets

Take it all in
Try to decide
If the thunderhead up above will explode or cross the sky
It's going to be a dark ride
The sun will break through

Drive round at sunset
Watch the night eat the day
Counting change to get enough gas
to chase the thunderheads across the bay
The horizon never gets

hemorrhage, decorate, set idle
Appendages, hemorrhage, decorate, set idle
Settings may have been changed
Figures set the mood
Thunderheads form, sky darkens

She's like the rust red sky
Free of thunderhead and fear
Her smile Enchants my life
Let the wind carry these tears
Love old like Acoma Pueblo
As time

A thunderhead churns in slow-motion
Its high clouds billow white
Against a darkening blue expanse
Bats chirp a chorus under a bayou bridge

a thunderhead to bright lights
Missing you
And like some strange bird in flight learning the meaning of change
And learning from the sky itself the meaning

It's rolling in
The thunderhead
The grass is dead

c hazy din
The buzzy drone
Now it's gone

c petrichor
The static air
The humid air

The sky is

coursing through a shade of blood-red
The Pale Horse is riding down, death and pestilence spread

Hell-bred pothead
White thunderhead
Higher than a jet