Submissions by flutemouth

I listen to the rain dance against my window.

And all I can think is 'I hate Mondays'

Because in the 5 minutes before my body succumbs to sleep,

all of the universe's mysteries are bearable,

and on them my sleep addled brain contemplates.

I travel to the edge of existence without leaving my bed

But then,

I return to the rain,

dancing against my window.

Mitch'

You turn those two syllables into an opera with your velvet voice

I can't help but smile as the sound liberates me from the drudgery of suburban living.

I turn to see you

An idiotic grin stretched across my face

Which you return, but somehow make majestic

One of your many talents.

The sight of you fills me with awe and fear

Like an astronaut falling towards the sun of some far off world

Or a student seeing their teacher at countdown

I am stunned

- Flutemouth