poem : hot august night

hot august nights


the ground rumbles
under my bed
true grit heading my way
down the canyon
bones and rocks shrink
in anticipation
earthquakes split the sky
snap me open
like a beverly adjustment
munchkins climb my spine
one thousand
two thousand
white  blue  yellow  green
flashing  zapping  bolts
short circut my world
leaves me breathless
deaf
and blind in one eye