03-31-2017, 01:23 PM
Wet
When the clouds came
The rain moaned down as sheets
Severed sidewalks, filled their pleats
Made the aspens kiss the streets
Then licked my skin.
In the coolness of the storm
I swear you said “Come in.”
From the cobwebs of the closet
You ducked and plucked your boots
Put them on my feet
Tied the laces neat.
We walked hand-in-hand down asphalt
Mined street signs for their cobalt
Pressed the words into our tongues
Ignoring dust may clog our lungs
Embraced the pelting sleet.
And in the eve of greater promise
You watched me dance.
Winking at the sky
It left you in a trance
It was then that you decided
We must be horribly misguided
So you searched the merchants
For umbrellas and warm sweaters
To protect us from the weather
My titled chin thought she knew better
But if we still glide puddles together
I’ll give it a chance.
I blame
The drunken stupor of romance
Because as the walk-signs started running
And the buildings turned to towers
I felt the overbearing power
Of a girl singing in the shower
When the lights go out.
And the water runs cold.
And the songs turn into screaming
While she’s panicking for meaning
Learning warmth is merely fleeting
And objects that welcome water turn to mold.
Believe the lies you’re told
And you’ll wince as his hands
Quickly start to fold
Around umbrella grips
That he gave you to hold
And before your eyes find anger
They find emptiness and shock
So uncontrolled.
He leaves now without looking back
And while you never ask for comfort
This somehow feels like attack
And you’re unconsoled.
Perched under the parkway
Sprouting mold
When the clouds came
The rain moaned down as sheets
Severed sidewalks, filled their pleats
Made the aspens kiss the streets
Then licked my skin.
In the coolness of the storm
I swear you said “Come in.”
From the cobwebs of the closet
You ducked and plucked your boots
Put them on my feet
Tied the laces neat.
We walked hand-in-hand down asphalt
Mined street signs for their cobalt
Pressed the words into our tongues
Ignoring dust may clog our lungs
Embraced the pelting sleet.
And in the eve of greater promise
You watched me dance.
Winking at the sky
It left you in a trance
It was then that you decided
We must be horribly misguided
So you searched the merchants
For umbrellas and warm sweaters
To protect us from the weather
My titled chin thought she knew better
But if we still glide puddles together
I’ll give it a chance.
I blame
The drunken stupor of romance
Because as the walk-signs started running
And the buildings turned to towers
I felt the overbearing power
Of a girl singing in the shower
When the lights go out.
And the water runs cold.
And the songs turn into screaming
While she’s panicking for meaning
Learning warmth is merely fleeting
And objects that welcome water turn to mold.
Believe the lies you’re told
And you’ll wince as his hands
Quickly start to fold
Around umbrella grips
That he gave you to hold
And before your eyes find anger
They find emptiness and shock
So uncontrolled.
He leaves now without looking back
And while you never ask for comfort
This somehow feels like attack
And you’re unconsoled.
Perched under the parkway
Sprouting mold