Snellville Tornadoes - A Poem

The rains came like a metaphor
Pounding on the tin roof of this covered porch
Blowing in sideways, through screen doors
Soaking through pant-legs in swirling mists

And twirling hair in fingertips,
I smoke cigarettes like conversation-starters
Throwing smiles like darts
Haphazard
With careless precision

Drinking beer with my boys
My personal harem
While I turn heads with turn-key tactics

And I don't know how to shoot a combo
But I make the most of dumb-luck and take it home
Laughing it off
Like a clever joke
And I never even knew the punch-line

And we stay up for hours
Because you love to make me laugh

And the rains came like a carnivore
A hungry thing
And I try to play it cool
Pounding on the tin roof
Like my pulse isn't jumping in my throat
Blowing in sideways, through screen doors
Like byways
And I bide my time, twirling hair like spinning out
These nonchalant conversation-starters
Throwing jibes and low-blows
Like I'm not flirting through my teeth at you

And the rains came like a symphony
Cacophony
Pounding on the tin roof of this covered porch
Blowing in sideways, through screen doors
Soaking through pant-legs in swirling mists
Double-fisted
Like I really need
Another beer

And twirling hair in fingertips,
I smoke cigarettes like conversation-starters
Throwing smiles like darts
Haphazard
With careless precision

But you like to make me smile
And I am happy to oblige

And the rains came
Leaving purple flowers on my parked car
Like some antiquated valentine

And the sun came
Like some forgotten friend

And you rubbed my back and gave
Me
A gentle squeeze
When the thunder made me jump
When the lightning flashed
Illuminating the nightscape
The ghosts of trees
In darkness

The rains came like a metaphor
Pounding on the tin roof of this covered porch
Blowing in sideways, through screen doors
Soaking through pant-legs in swirling mists

And twirling hair in fingertips,
I smoke cigarettes I can't afford
Like nothing happened
Because nothing did

Just you and me
Like always

A crazy storm
Two crazy kids
And then the sun came
My forgotten friend

Throwing smiles
With careless precision

©2012 ~strawberry-goodness