#2,365 A Forecast

Take note –
there are no
dire weather warnings –
no drub exclamation on
a map to set off alarms –
[less blue speckling too
on vertical surfaces] –
in
hours we will not brook
a rattled roof or suck on
dog walks on paths as a
British monsoon hits –
it
is our shift to patterns &
online forecasts –
such’ll
fuck us up
[less weather
compared to warfare] –
I
scroll to louder sites –
as
dour clouds piss over us
under their graphics –
as
if we’ll believe such stuff
is too much –
forecasters
are such slick magicians