Wind In A Cloudless Sky

"Enigma" was the best one , though
"frightening " was perversely pleasing --
words used to describe me, like "unflappable ".
 
My thoughts are subatomic.
Darkly ordered, where I always come out,
the bruised heroine
 
(but not without imagining a handful of ways  
to watch a few choice people, die, while
I eat popcorn)
 
Sometimes, I think Jesus weeps
at the convictions  
I put upon myself, for
(shyly) anticipating evils that should
befall on those who deserve them .
 
(But then, again , He laughs at satan  
so why shouldn't I?)
 
If I smoked cigarettes, I'd be taking
a long, slow, drag
right now  
while gale-force zephyrs from nowhere  
(but I know, where...)
breach everyone's senses with  
 
"How can this wind, be, with no clouds
in the sky?"
 
Just wait for it, it's coming--
everything that's in my head
that I know to be true; the world  
will be set right, again
and some won't have to lift a finger, just  
nod in agreement .
 
"I told you, so."