aint said bitch

To recall
for a moment
the absolute
Power
of a storm

the absolute
Terror
as it rips the sky
in half,
and it fools
the street-lights
into thinking that it’s
morning.

the absolute
Beauty
while the world,
for one split second,
is in perfect,
clarified
focus.

The absolute
Sense that,
as senseless as
it would be,
the thought of
dying
on the hood of
a ’91 Bronco
in the middle of a
school-yard,
with your best friend,

Doesn’t seem so bad
when you think about it