(or When you Told me you Used to Chase Tornadoes, I Thought it was a Metaphor)
By: Alex Wright
Bang!
Off like a bullet
Brought to my knees
Like the right Fleetwood Mac song
I will follow
Beg, steal, or borrow lyrics
To do my best to express this
Knot in my chest
That I tied just for you
After reading a book of nautical twists
That turned my life around
Over under until I found
The one that would hold
My heart to my chest
Through all of the twisters
That would get the best
Of Bill Paxton
The worst of Helen Hunt
The first one to catch us
Gets hurled to the sun
One should never underestimate
The powers of love
Telekinesis
Sega Genesis
SNES
Telepathy
Television’s “Marquee Moon”
Or a big fucking tornado
I’ve seen the aftermath
A forrest piled up dead
On a garden
Lee told the owner,
“I can tell this place was beautiful.”
He responded,
“It will be again.”
Just like we will be again
Because even if the storm
Splits through the door like an axe
We will suck it up
Spit it out
Stand up tall
Backs to the wind
Singing old Goo Goo Dolls songs
Never quite hits
Like the ones we heard
On the radio we scanned
While the city was shut down
The death toll rolled in
Like a Southern accented freight train
Through our fire pit of silence
Once the station left us empty
Someone turned the dial right
It landed on the Boss crooning
“I’m on fire”
For a moment everything felt okay
We were all just thankful to be together and safe
Some times that’s all we can ask for
Most times that’s everything that we need
ALEX WRIGHT CONTAINS MULTITUDES 