Chem Trails

When you leave,
feathery clouds of chemical
are left behind.
A biological breadcrumb trail
that hopscotches the sky;
what a lovely way to say goodbye.

Nefarious lover
testing out your latest poisons
with a stealthy morning pass
that itches my weekdays
like a cradle cap rash.

Look at you,
influencing my emotions
like weather events.
Psychological warfare
camouflaged as tiny clouds
of connect-the-dot air.

I didn’t ask
for artificial ozone,
miniature cotton balls of exhaust
saturated in last night’s
inhumane humidity.

Take my air temp;
I’m already ambient.
You’re left seeding
barrels of exotic weaponry,
while I’m busy cloudbusting,
crystals pointed skyward,
shadowed in your wake.

Lana Del Rey “Chemtrails Over the Country Club”

One comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s