slow storm coming

two doves
swingin’
under the roiling steel
now fly to shelter.

leaves
rattle
and hum,
as the wind squeezes
in close
& tight,
seeking to escape
the thunder.

i won’t feel at home
until She engulfs me
with Her chaos.

the sky is afire,
you should go home.

here,
there be devils and
angels and more,
gliding
through orgies of selfish delight.

you should go home
now,
there will be no peace
tonight.