The rain drips in my bed.
The long-suffering house is finally crying.
It can no longer dance.
The main vein has been unreined
To memories fallen like mirrors.
The pillaging pillow bends like a willow
As the crisper fills with remedial rain.
The pea flower blue forbidden rice frog
Has many paddies to cross.
The lilies are the only things blooming
In the pea soup, blue velvet fog
That refuses to smoke out in a blaze of entitlement
Like flair-haired Jimmy the red-headed step head,
Roller of doobs for pubes
But to evolve with each resolve,
To see the master's hand as my own
Pulling the black and blue down into the sky.
It can no longer dance.
The main vein has been unreined
To memories fallen like mirrors.
The pillaging pillow bends like a willow
As the crisper fills with remedial rain.
The pea flower blue forbidden rice frog
Has many paddies to cross.
The lilies are the only things blooming
In the pea soup, blue velvet fog
That refuses to smoke out in a blaze of entitlement
Like flair-haired Jimmy the red-headed step head,
Roller of doobs for pubes
But to evolve with each resolve,
To see the master's hand as my own
Pulling the black and blue down into the sky.
The only consistent thing in my life,
The panhandler at the cross-walk
Hits me up with an especially robust "spare today, spare today"
As he holds a few coins in his fingers.
