Weather Maps

It was like a slightly bright and lilac drug

when they decided to reside inside

one another's pumping blood

the garden was quite towering that spring

two of them made jewellery

and two of them conspired to kill the prince

Baby in that magazine you read to keep his hands

from writing words on papers you don't care to comprehend

an article about the Salish Sea

was written by a friend

mine not yours I can't pretend

the premise of the article was stolen like your tongue

one should not be living where one does not belong

I studied many weather maps

the Pterodactyl flapped its wings

I wonder if it sings when it soars

or roars like a classic dinosaur

it probably shrieks three sheets to the wind

our sins sleep like snakes down deep

when the seasons meet

Maybe you'll admit it in the end

when you're dying in a bed

lying there, flying from that drip inside you

(and) decide to confide in a friend