Slungback
SLUNGBACK
Sunlights are
shadowed today
as grey clouds
race upstairs to
meet the storms
above my irate
head
slungback
in my chair
Fanlights spin
out clammy
calamities
motorblades
rotating then
spiraling
outlandishly
above my inert
head
slungback
in my chair
© Kim van Breda—27 December 2015
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