POEM: Storm Clouds

the saddened grass
has weak eyes
it has the slack jaw
of a coward
under the gray ceiling
of storm clouds

i hold coffee
close my true friend

the rhododendron seem indifferent
who am i to care?

the college kids so yellow
are ready for another school year

it is difficult to move
in the pictures i see


it appears
like film drowned in developer
under a red light.
in that way
so ghostlike

it rises like fog
crawls up like disgust
it covers up the chintz of living

the rain all over
everything. If