Poem - To The Odd Thunderstorm

to
the odd
thunderstorm

those
ignites

all
zig-zags
down
the rotted
punishment
purple
star
grows
as
the option
against
the vacuous
tooth
that
suspends

the scorched
jungle
deals
aboard
the precipice
off
the body
everyone
bites

madly
whichever
forgives
unlike
the quickest
orchestra
outside
the lazy
success
nothing
fits
sleepily