04-06-2014, 09:57 PM
Rain, rain, go away...
Rain slips under my matted fur hood
past my glasses and into my eyes.
Blinking I stretch my arm into the road
a signal to the little red taxis
that this time I'll pay to get home.
An ungloved hand holds each side
of my broken jacket together
white, shaking as water drips off.
I wriggle my toes that get wetter
with each shift of weight, in the shoes
with the soles I've glued twice.
A battered Fiat Uno beckons me in
and I trace patterns on the window
after counting my change.
Rain slips under my matted fur hood
past my glasses and into my eyes.
Blinking I stretch my arm into the road
a signal to the little red taxis
that this time I'll pay to get home.
An ungloved hand holds each side
of my broken jacket together
white, shaking as water drips off.
I wriggle my toes that get wetter
with each shift of weight, in the shoes
with the soles I've glued twice.
A battered Fiat Uno beckons me in
and I trace patterns on the window
after counting my change.
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The howling beast is back.
The howling beast is back.