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Tonight I sat out back

Tonight I sat out back
between the mini garden and the petri dish hot tub
and watched the dusken sky turn to an orange mottled gray
and the rare Portland thunderstorm breathe to life above me
You could tell the trees were happy
I am unsure about the banana peppers and the marigolds
but they are transient as I- The trees win out

The lightning arced and slammed into clouds above my head
and just like my mother taught me
I counted the seconds
and just as always
it never really made a difference
because it’d explode regardless of how many miles
and I realized
I didnt really know what the ratio was

the explosions
had a continuity
and I was instantly
In Las Vegas
as the most vicious sheets of icepick rain
slammed into the ground and veins of electric feathered across the valley
In Atlanta
at Donna’s watching the rains pull down a hillside
and dumpsters bobbing along on a hillside parking lot (thats a LOT of fucking water)
In Athens
watching the greatest storm of my life well up over the West Virgina hills
and crash across my porch for nearly two hours; it was like fucking
In the woods in Monsey
Cutting from the strip mall past the Yeshiva
and to my development, the smell of earth, inhaling and drinking
In Spring Valley
watching the from the huge picture window in the living room
that framed the foothills of Harriman State Park and imagining I could grab and hold
the lightning in my hand and make it act upon my command.

The trees were enthralled
my bare chested roommate agreed
as she giggled and hiccuped twirling in the drops

Breathing deep
Breathing deep

The storms mirror the heavens
the primordial essence of anything
that is ever to be
or was

and we
get to enjoy it


  1. Rose L. Raty said,

    July 28, 2007 at 9:42 pm

    Beautiful, Kip. Sorry I missed it all!

  2. Sherry Thompson said,

    July 29, 2007 at 2:48 am

    This reminds me why I love your writing so much. Miss you, my friend…


    aka: frost42_24

  3. admin said,

    July 29, 2007 at 12:12 pm

    Me too Rose-

    where were you?

  4. admin said,

    July 29, 2007 at 12:14 pm

    Hi Sherry šŸ™‚

    Was fun chatting the other night. I wish I could write spoken word like I used to. Not sure what’s broke but every now something comes leaking out.

    sort of like an colostomy bag…


  5. Sherry Thompson said,

    July 30, 2007 at 10:05 pm

    the other night? It was like a month ago, sweet cheeks. WAY TOO LONG ago. Too few and far between. Did I tell you I’m moving to IN? I hit the road Wed. Look me up online and I’ll tell you all about it. How is Mr. Piran?

    You still write beautifully.

    Miss ya.

  6. admin said,

    July 31, 2007 at 8:09 am

    Indiana? What did you do wrong?

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