I lay in the sediment of the dirty tub
Beating gravity and that for a while
Outside the open window
Were a storm to end all storms
Many have said that but it was
The rain’s arrowheads broke against
The pane and ran down like quicksilver
The big one flexed the lightning
A car exploded into starting
Sounded like a dog being shot
I pushed my head under
Two monstrous blowholes
Sat above the surface
Rippling the water
Breathing in the storm
Electric blue and spilled dark
Like a bitter lover has thrown
A humming television in
It would show two mating tarantulas
The smell is of moss and damp
I feel cobalt lichen grow
Over my tongue the day done for
Don't want for anything
I have nothing to do