Poem: Sweetness On A Rainy Night

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Paint peeling off an old door
Milks the memories of wood beneath,
Bereft of twig and leaf, chaotic hieroglyphs
Are gently thrummed by stochastic fingers,
Written by the pouring rain

The rain gives us all new means of passage,
Improvising pools, puddles and ad hoc brooks,
For blackbird juveniles to use as water slides,
With no more summer song to be sung for us,
The rain sings its song instead

I have prayed for this moment for a long time.
With the slippers of sleep tiptoeing on my peripheries,
I climbed into bed with the rhythms of a ghost,
And stretched out my arms until whole continents
Were warm and safe in the circumference of my
Not yet rainy embrace

Into the larval shell of your ear,
I whispered of reassurances,
And the shapes of faces that appear
In the contortions of clouds

I felt wounds – wounds that ran deeper than my own,
And I wanted to heal them – to pour honey into them –
To resurrect you from the touchlessness you feel has
Become your tomb

But with compassion so warm and cuddly,
I couldn’t help but feel perfectly sleepy,
And as I drifted off into your arms,
The rain peeled the paint away

 

Poem: Autumn Storms

Storm

Autumn Storms

The sky looks like a turbulent river

And the river looks like a turbulent sky

The ravens and robins seem indifferent

But the plants whisper of panic

Suddenly the sky explodes

Primordial dragons shriek and scream of rain

Lightning flashes

Like a celestial ECG

The laser point of nothingness

Before the calm of annihilation

Who will give those bombastic drunkards

Some gin to keep them quiet?

Nobody

For we all like to hear the bastards roar