emergency broadcast.

and what could it mean

when thoughts do careen

crooked hands placed over a narrow spine

and when fingers can tremble

shoulder blades resemble

crumbling walls, cellars of wine

in raising a glass

to remember the past

i can never recall the color of flames

to spill out the best

and be rid of the rest

for a lover to call me by the middle name of james.

while standing up straight

storms seem to abate

i could swear it's the semblance of lightening skies

but the eye of the storm

for which i was not warned

is the cause of light rain, and hollow deafening cries.

so a blanket to cover

and a head undiscovered

while lightning can flash and project shadows on walls

in a basement's precaution

flipped a light switch of option

to a cavernous thunder echoing down the halls.