Ominous wins
Congolmerate sins
Breaking the hold
of the shaking old pins
That held it together

Felled like a feather
from a bird in a flipping
disaster of weather that’s heard in a dripping
of torrential forevers
Struck by the shock
of lightning that ticks
at too late o’clock

Just a charred dinner now
Fed up with sins
An overdosed spinner
of ominous winds