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A Day's Worth of Rain
Sexy pitter-patter words
tumble out of bed
begging directions
for the holes in my umbrella
while the pc whore on the desk
opens her legs & yawns
getting ready to chew on spit
Well screw you, honey
this morning
for once
rain or not
I'm taking a walk
Escape breathes a life of its own
hugging the Avenue's
heady green wall
where that no good God
has scrawled me
a magpie with a twisted tail
It seems the Devil's cat
wasn't quite quick enough last night
so I get those beady eyes of contempt
sneering black & white graffiti
ready to shit and fly--
with no sign of a mate
I pass a band of smoker comrades
their outdoor banishment
leaning against a wall
kidding each other to death
in a huddle of grim laughter
as the shriek of tobacco calls
Do I feel envy
after all these years--
not for brown fingered memories
& phlegm
Mistress nicotine
you were crazy,
screw you too
The rough sleeper behind the market
has disappeared
There's not a trace of his long grey beard
If only we had talked
but I wish him a bed in hostel-heaven
a better kind of hell
or at least a pillow
not a bag for his head
It feels like a bad day to die
Time the murderer
is still refusing to run backwards
while I'm running out of magic
walking nowhere
with a broken shoe
I mutter to that no good God:
Give me back my childhood
Free me
from the weight of the world
but I'm as certain as a sheet of rain
no-one
fixes anything
today
Published 6th Jul 2012
| Edited 25th Oct 2013
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6th Jul 2012 12:03pm
Well, some lovely-grimy imagery here. Was a feast for the eyes that poor magpie's twisted tail to being as certain as the rain.
Feeling old myself these days. Good words, Abra(youth is in you)cadabra.
Feeling old myself these days. Good words, Abra(youth is in you)cadabra.
6th Jul 2012 1:36pm
I'm only 16 really, Mr A - but sometimes when it rains I forget to sit up straight in my chair - which makes the whole world seem strange.
Cheers ~ Abra
6th Jul 2012 2:07pm
Has a detatched/resigned care kind of atttitude, which i liked. As if you are painting a hazy, black and white image and you dont really feel like you are a a part of it anymore. Great work. :)
7th Jul 2012 8:10am
