Thursday, June 2, 2011

mashed potato clouds

Clouds are piling up in the west,
huge mashed-potato trainwreck pileups,
piling up and greying faster than my father.

Thunderheading east
over Olympics tall, cold and wet,
mucking up all our sunshine

raining grey gravy from the sky.
Measure out thy worst, O great potato peeler!
I fear ye not.

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