TORNADO TALE:
The white, the glass, the waiting search, waking from a bad dream
& the one next door. The same piano playing random melodies, half
remembered, almost familiar, leaving through a door at the back of
the room. Shadow light legs & thrills, thinking about a train &
the next place. Bullet & the Mountain sky, head in the clouds.
“Did you see it this time?”
“Naa, it was chuckin’ it”
(K)
Karl Hyde 
Next time*
Synchronised weather is what we are sharing.
Liquid Twister dampens viewpoint
Cold death steel hides in mist
Shy, sleekit tube – we forget
Polychromatic bender offers solace
Reminds us there would be no life
Without the sky mirrors reflecting our mistakes
Thank you for the great show in osaka,you were beautiful. Now i’m happy to see you at home again. Didn’t we have had the same flight back?Cause i couldn’t found you above the cloud’s.
Sonetimes i would like too to be a black cat…!-)