This Untimely Forecast Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

This Untimely Forecast

His long hard looks
ot daily countenance,

I watched this haunted face,
At signs of weathers forebodings

every hour,
I don't know where it's heading on,
butit was thickening into
this black mass
of self destructive energy,

Allglamorous signatures of his porcelain skin,
and untenable demands,
of insecurity,

But mine is just this relaxing posture,
Disclaimer of today's forecast,
Or weather disalienation,

Watery tales according,
to Solomonic wisdom
Prophet's verses and the Desiderata
Followers,

Thinned to the deep brain
therapeutic cortex,
Center's of learned things as
was yesterday's margins of errors,