the price of wet socks
by Keith Landrum
when mother nature is depressed
she cries for a week
but some say it’s god
taking a piss
on all of his sinners
and really
either explanation
seems reasonable
because there is
a gray area
void
of color
or warmth
a place without
smiles
and that’s where I’ve been
standing
on the front porch
under leaking gutters
watching the gray
float from the end
of a desperate cigarette
as the weatherman
defends his honor
with science
declaring
all of this rain
all of this gray
all of my blues
nothing
but a simple
brutal wind
designed
to
burn
the
hearts
of
man
—–
Keith Landrum paints, works, draws, writes, and drinks in Chattanooga, TN. His work can be found in various print and online small press publications.