WHIRLWINDS OF FURY

WHIRLWINDS OF FURY

Whirlwinds of fury, whirlwinds of dust,
Whirlwinds of failure covering us.
Like the lonesome Sahara, we are desolate and wild,
Renegade, petulant, just like a child.

Whirlwinds of fury, we are lost in the blur of drifting sand,
As it blows like the snowflakes across this barren land.
Too quick to fathom, too fine to see.
Whirlwinds of fury, engulfing you and me.

I never thought I’d say it, but I’ve lost my appetite,
For the howl of the coyote in the western skies,
Blanketing the night.
For the reassuring prick of the cactus,
The cowboy and his rope.
I’m here in hell without you,
Out of time and out of hope.

Like a shuffling unkempt mental case,
With a month of beard growth on my face.
I’ve abandoned all pretense of knowing how to live.
I’ve nothing left to offer you, no more dreams to give.

My eyes are tearing in the dark,
Remembering the cruel remark
He set off like a firecracker and then commenced to run.
Whirlwind of fury, blotting out the sun.

Whirlwinds of fury, blotting out time,
Past, present, future no longer are mine,
Death like a harpy inhabits my soul,
Waiting for his close up, nose in the air,
Pimping for the camera with a nonchalant flair.

Whirlwinds of fury whip through the canyon,
Then over the prairie, the topsoil goes sailing.
Somewhere around midnight the fire of the cannon,
Blows me apart, leaves me hopelessly flailing.

Whirlwinds of fury, whirlwinds of dust,
Whirlwinds of doubting where once there was trust.
Like the lonesome Sahara, we are desolate and wild,
Renegade, upstart, just like a child.

-Bruce Potts
Copyright 2011
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