rain song

i visited the past today
made the present a conquest
future a sacrifice to the possible.

epiphanies fall, a light sprinkle.
if i stand here for a while

long enough
i'm soaked thru.

i can't tell where the clouds begin
but i don't want them to end. my grass
is so dry. humps of glue, patches of envy.


the quiet of water in my ears.
the dissolution of /my/ into the skin

of spring. holding on particular
letting go retricular.

some washout at thirty leagues
some fade of a moment
some lake, gathering.



i say your face today. it was chirring
like wings on a thatched roof. as usual
you were more beautiful as words.































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my house of id
dropping into rightful entropy.
unmade bed. tantalizing underthings
turn into roaches and clips.
laughter as the cosmic emetic.


the puppet twists her wires, so jerky.
feed the ping. sauce de roule. why
did you never learn french. now it's too
late and all those things you meant to do
finally escaped.


the way the burn is iron. e.

irony burns. blister maker.
i got my income tax money today.

i could pay off so many things.
or buy a new computer.
kinda wanna mac but
the thought makes me twitch
like a finger tied to a stiff string.

maybe it's raining somewhere
i'll get coffee for lunch
as celebration for the way trucks
have lots of tires and they hiss when wet.