Let It Rain

Jenny rode shotgun in a paper

plane

outstretched arms

eyes wide shot down

let it

rain out of time

wash away the sands of

superficial flight

emotive stare hand of fear

smell of nihilistic fever soaking

bed sheets

let it

rain out of time

gargoyle with a broken wing

stone unfolds

water bathes

lifts the paper airplane

streams wider than streets

made of clouds through

the sky

eyes wide Jenny

let it rain

Invasion

A Walk In the Dark

Chrome

Of the way

we live

for the same piece

of never

hate

take the frog

out of the rain

and let Johnny strike

up the band

face failure

scared of the yellow

line

we are Africa

defamed

rid of voice

angel

tyrant or slave we are

I

we are

I

voice succumb to grain

ISO sixty

four

redefine coarse as

facet of fine

art

the piece

filthy lies

crossed tees belong

to me.

Friends

Penguin

Fearless Confusion

City cuts the stars from the sky, the stars

from our lives. City lets you believe. Water warms

the tummy, fertilizes the seed. Water starves the city,

starves our debauchery. City bears the bloom;

angry, cold, burgundy petals and virulent eyes.

City walks upon the water before a multitude of

fearless

confusion.

City scorches willow trees and brambles. City stares

into disease. Winter fears and summer etches

mortality into the glass swing sets where we

sacrificed morality to sin. Summer carelessly leaps from

stone to stone across the creek, aborts the fetus in its womb,

carrying on without remorse. City steals the

living, hides the dead.

City cuts the stars from its flesh. Summer drips from the

wound onto the floor and water heals.