Lightning

LIGHTNING (D A D G B E)

Lightning bites you. Unclear, come through. Doors swing, doors slam. I know I am not. On track, off road. Light pack, heavy load. Come back, come home.

Lightning strikes like wheels on a pushbike. Ride through the night until the sun comes back. Come here, come home. Through the bubbles and foam. Until we land we’ll roam.

Let the sharks chase like thunder in your face. Until you find a safe space. Wouldn’t that be all you’d asked for? Waiting at your front door but you haven’t been home in a while.

Lighting falls like rain through the roof. Like jumping through hoops. Like a cold bowl of soup. Like chicken in a coop. Like a Tuesday afternoon. Like a Wednesday afternoon. Like a Thursday afternoon. Like a—