BRUTAL STORM

i'm speaking to the Storm/i say this;

i am a MAN 

and 

i am walking here/to the shop

i need milk for an omelette

and

that tiny brunette, Storm

her hair bounces in new waves/her eyes sparkle this week

like she got brand new perversions waiting at home

and Storm

this Rubbish/these Gasps 

are falling from me/are branded on me/bouncing in my wake

and

are running like the unstoppable sweat of an anxious condition

so come on/Come On Storm

blow wind and hail and rain

into my

shopping face

blow me out in front of a BMW again/make me stagger like the drunk i'll be later

i 

will 

get 

milk 

for my omelette/you'll see