Tuesday, April 20, 2010

nothing gets so bad

a whisper from your father couldn't fix it.

short walks
& small rain are
all i need on a
day like today. see,
today was
swollen. like a
stubbed toe or a bit
tongue. it was red then
blue then gray.

i haven't got all that much
to say. i suppose
no one does
on days like today,
when heat boils
rain &
all that falls is
a product of
i wish today would
drop above
some other place &
leave me the
hell alone. the air is
lazy & ripe
but i sure won't
be the one
who picks

appropriate song: "raincoat song" by the decemberists
appropriate poem: "weathering" by a.r. ammons

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