Lightning Changes

I am hungry for the

Coppery taste of

Bad decisions

And groundwater.

Hungry for the days

When I danced

With dragonflies,

Slept in the mud,

And woke at noon.

I'm starving for

Clear nights,

Moonlight that burns

It's so bright,

And the taste of

Flat champagne.

Give me the fog

Of summer insanity.

The damp shoes

Of a run gone on

Long enough to

Fall victim

To the teeth

Of a summer storm,

Growling.

Flashing.

Hunting.

I want to taste

The nightmare

In the air, tinged

With the taste of

Strawberries

And blood.

I need the absurdity.

The winds of change

Whispering

In my ear.