Crayola Crayons and Hurricanes

Crayola Crayons and Hurricanes

I sit here in the early hours of the morning
Blissful piercing silence rages war on my ears
It’s a battle I’m always willing to wage
Bathing forests with blood rightly paid

Before the sun begins to notice
That a new day has already begun
I embrace a second of nostalgia
As I stare at arriving spectral rungs

Even since the day I began to meander
Towards the horizon in my mind
I never shun the opportunity
To view nature in it’s truest shade and shine

If there’s one thing I’ve learned
Even the brightest colors have hints of grey
Most have more than a couple
Like trying to paint without meeting the lanes

Like a bolt of lightning
Zigzagging from the hand of Zeus
What we see is quarrelsome
Plus a bunch and a little bit more

There is no straight spark
That lights the bulb in our minds
All we have is useless filament
Gentleman Edison was far too kind

All those words I’ve scribbled
In response to cloud-cover deceit
Truth and hate can brew a baneful elixir
Regardless of the end we intend to meet

Just add the right surface temperature
A few words
Wing-clipped birds
Salt
And her delusions
Just insert your own name
And watch her destroy the crew’s unison

How far inland must she go?
Until she realizes how blind she really is
What’s the point in seeing eye to eye?
Maybe my mind's much too weak

Don’t read this the wrong way
I haven’t a single regret
I’m merely admiring a windstorm
And all the lives that she will wreck

Crayola, slow down
You’re way ahead of the times
Most of us haven’t even grasped the basics
Let alone sailed through strokes of caribbean-lime

None of us deserve to see in color
But we’ll rip the wrapper right off the crayon
And continue to scribble ferociously
Until nothing but callous natures remain

We’re merely magpies attracted to another pocket watch
But we haven’t the time to hide the facts
We’re merely lurid moons trying to flaunt our shine
But we haven’t the desire to realign our gaze

This is what comes to mind in the silent morning light
Thoughts of futility in humanity’s might