so? i like
rain..
don’t blame me
for day’s
wet–
hanging in
the sky..
haven’t fallen
yet.
rhyme
in off and on
liaison..
with fate,
circumstances
mirroring
perceptive
state-
oft colored by
fear..
i’ve started
late.
coping
or crutching
midst copious
munching
in
kitchen–
on
throne–
too full of
alone..
fasting, then
grasping
at sweet
highs
are
crashing..
the flavor’s not
lasting!
no grinding while
sleeping,
less waking..
repeating.
when pressed, we
sought grace,
so sky’s slow
to clear?
what’s my
rush..
past so much
rain..
into weather more
severe..
to
blame?
bus man, why
so long?
spare a story
or song?
i’ll lean into your
lessons..
fall not
on careless ears,
bus man, shall we
walk from
here?
letting up
on gas
may just get
me off..
the slab
and dreaming–
where details in
periphery
ask less of
me.
surrendered in trust
you’ve heard
and know that which
helps seed
grow..
when before
i’d have
just said
no.
stale bubblegum
smell–
mine
or yours?
i could never
tell
life’s flavors from
the pop..
until blowing
stopped.
..onto ice cream
now,
any sign
lighting shop?
pretty sleepy, just to
look at me–
dirtiest of
sandman’s works,
when desert
gust
tore last page
of dream
from
fate’s book,
i swear the
hourglass shook.
eternal graze
on plaster
lawn,
no sweat
lost-
nothing on a
sunday
starved for
song.
hands in the garden 
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