After Porridge Radio
I put on my hazmat suit,
grab the extinguisher,
assume the position
this storm’s a lingerer.
Tape up my windows,
sandbag my soul,
fill up the bathtub
wait for your thunder rolls.
The weather will worsen,
I’ve seen your leaves upturn before.
There’s no end to what I can endure
with ears covered smartly,
head pressed to floor.
© 2022 | K.Hartless
Cover Art: Lover’s Quarrel by A.B. Wenzel (1908)
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