Evil

Fools that roll thunderchunks
bring forth deluge
and waddle with centipedes
in the punky residue of beetle feasts

Payback for their petulance
and disregard of weather lore
men that see too far ahead of themselves
missing the steps that matter

Reason

She left a finger dust message
an invitation to think in a different mood
beyond pale alliances and staid routines

How often can one chance the tides
figure into a different pattern
and hope that luck is in his next step

Shadows pushed up the wall as he opened the door
motionless air within reminding him
of the indolent days of his youth

Then he was beyond reason
now it overwhelms him
and every next step might be the last