weather poem

cost of fog has risen in the past few fog covers
maybe why you can't see my reaction to your invisibility

in a matter of minutes all the wind blowing
tore up the breeding cats and people trees

carrying unseen unheard bat crackling yard bombs
out, out and away from home

maybe it's her swing, swing and stay alive swinging
that keeps the ball park figure

keeps the dizzy buzz in my chest brain
that shakes from the roaring fog

i'ts just a low cloud the umpire barks
it's just a past time.