Under Your Eyelids - Climate

Rifle in the snow

Melts to ground below

Rife with screws and pins

Paeans with all tries in

Under your eyelids

Somehow I thought you knew

A terminal field of view

Willfully slides askew

Shades of Bavarian blue

Under your eyelids

Lie your eyes

Bees may have a sting

Spiders are in the sink

Why can’t I just not think?

I’m fearful of everything

All of our things have sold

Swimming pool has grown cold

How did we get so old

As a pair of waning souls

Just another lunar day

Grey and black every which way

Bedsheets in disarray

And radioactive dcay