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tornado watch
When the world glimmers at the edges;
a piece of paper on fire folding in on itself.
That is the time to nail your windows shut
and tune in for the electrostatic hum of the
emergency broadcast system.
No amount of stockpiled canned peaches
can prepare you for the impending tsunami
of broken t.v set memories and familiar
horror films that were your childhood.
No bottled water and double a batteries
will help you as the paralysis spreads.
Impending catatonia and bed sores.
The luster burns out into an onyx coma
where the only sound heard for miles
is a faint eardrum heartbeat.
Until day reemerges once more
the sky still has a green tint.
Don't be fooled by the eye of the storm.
