'Disgustipated'

The sky has opened
cometh the downpour.
The sky has opened
cometh the thunder.
The sky has opened
cometh the cold.

I've had good meals
at good times
I suppose i'm thankful
regardless of the hoplessness
that gathered with those
plump storm clouds.
I felt them crying earlier
for release & dominance
sunlight flickers in my eyes
dancing in sprinkles of pre-storm petence.

Cometh tomorrow
the clouds will part
& the rain will cease.
So too does self-indulgence
Cometh tomorrow
another fucking day in Sydney