The Sound Of A Hurricane, Spinning

The look on your face
unhinged at my door

The sound of a hurricane, spinning

Are the tears in your eyes
Mine to explore

Is this what it takes to begin

Fish on the roof
In the wind, out of water
Flippin’ and floppin’
Fat Buddha shoppin’
Half empty shelves
At the new country store

Fish on the roof
In the wind, out of water
Suns minus moons
Unverified Dockers
All she can say
Your enemies taught her

And the tears in her eyes
Belong to you

And the storm in her heart
Has nothing to do
With a fat Buddha monk
Or the fish on your roof.