30 Nov 2016 – Nightmare
Braying at dawn like a doomed, flop-eared jackass.
Four hooves and flying, I’m popcorn in work-zones.
I tried to warned you, but you wouldn’t listen!
Pancakes and all, let me wake from this nightmare!
Dishwater skies drip the cold through bare branches,
maybe you like this but gutters get reflux.
Thanksgiving twisters and wildfires flare.
Tomorrow’s don’t fit in their underwear now.