Weathertown
I will not leave for Weathertown,
will not Desire –- its spires,
for though I like the weatherman,
I've yet to catch –- his Lies.
The TV and the radio,
they never ride my wave –-
and when I search the web for rain,
I always fail to save.
And people! though I took no vows,
I comb the hermit's fill:
my wilderness, a shuttered home,
my hieromonk, a pill.
For past the weatherman's vane charms
you chickens are a chore –-
aside from belts of blood and breast,
this business is a bore.
Or rather, how I dread romance –-
to Love is like a storm!
And cities, hated opposite,
great droughts –- past all alarm.
No, I'll not leave for Weathertown,
and treat the Self applied,
for Truth is not a gale without:
I'd rather Live –- a child.
I will not leave for Weathertown,
will not Desire –- its spires,
for though I like the weatherman,
I've yet to catch –- his Lies.
The TV and the radio,
they never ride my wave –-
and when I search the web for rain,
I always fail to save.
And people! though I took no vows,
I comb the hermit's fill:
my wilderness, a shuttered home,
my hieromonk, a pill.
For past the weatherman's vane charms
you chickens are a chore –-
aside from belts of blood and breast,
this business is a bore.
Or rather, how I dread romance –-
to Love is like a storm!
And cities, hated opposite,
great droughts –- past all alarm.
No, I'll not leave for Weathertown,
and treat the Self applied,
for Truth is not a gale without:
I'd rather Live –- a child.