Mom's Cake Mix Poem by JOE POEWHIT

What's going on in the sky?
Some dripped down into my eye.
Birds falling to the ground.
It doesn't stop - something profound.
My lungs just feel ablaze.
130-clouds-with rain-and haze.
It seems like my school chem. lab.
To cross the street - I need a cab.
Funny people - with funny skin.
Blotches red and looking thin.
Who knows what's in the clouds.
It mixes together like behind a shroud.
Onward it goes into the breeze.
It's mid-summer, coat on, not to freeze.
ROCKET-SHIP TO NEW EARTH - 12: 00.

from my chapbook,
DREAMS 2 - POEWHIT


JESUS SAVES