Catastrophe Poem by Alex Fischer

Ribbons flying red
Pass far above my head
The cloud blows in its stead
The sky is eating lead
As ribbons flying red
Soar high above my head

Throngs of lime green light
Shine long into the night
Dull minds are filled with fright
Dull blades are sharpened right
As throngs of lime green light
Shine long into the night

Contingents comprised of calamitous cloisters
Bounce boringly to the bracketous boisters
Harrying hardly for the hardships hoisters
Mustering many in the meaningful moisters
Flustering furiously they frivolously floister
Gathering grossly all the greater groister

Sleeping days in many ways
So charming is the fray
Moving swiftly in the silence
Towards the future ripping spite —hence
From the deep no light come thence

Ribbons flying red
Pass far above my head
The cloud blows in its stead
The sky is eating lead
As ribbons flying red
Soar high above my head