| "There's that soft rain" There's that soft rain on metal sound, bouncing in all directions overhead, flying down the sides of the car, wet, sopping slug after slug of rain gently oozing downwards, past my nose, my eyes attached and then diverging, smaller parts of raindrop falling away, the weaker ones, and the purest inside emerges free and falls off into oblivion, "That's beautiful," I think. "It's life." And I look on to find the world's answers in the glass veneer. Timmy's got his seatbelt unbuckled and is urging me to play games with him. "Let's hit each other with pillows, or play with this plastic bag," he says as he pulls a loud, white plastic ball, unwrinkling it like the rain bounces off metal and thrusts it into my hands. "No," I say. The darkness makes me sleepy. "Please," he pleads, and pelts random pieces of car contents at my shrinking head. I wail and my Daddy makes him stop hitting me. Then I can return to the raindrops. |
| The Light sometimes I like it when the sunlight obscures my vision glinting off my liquidy cornea, reflecting sunlight to a different degree angle. momentary blindness and long-term vision maiming feels so good like everything else "bad." I want the sun in my eyes. I want the light through my windows to touch my insides. |
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| "Later on I'll sleep" Later on I'll sleep Thankfully and well-earned To an insomniac like me. There's things to look forward to; There's more to dread. Thoughts in order: One thought of suicide Two thoughts of love. (one is for past good feelings the other for recent infatuations) All this for being human. . . |
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| Let's go again Let's go again take that sacred path hand in hand together. Let's go for a walk under the cool spring sun. Let's find an oasis water running free that, as we stay longer the father it rushes, water rushing full and beautiful. At the spot we found on our walk. |
| Take my hand again Take my hand again. Wrap your fingers around mine And pray. I want to feel your pulse, I want to align my heart to the same beat as yours. I love to see your face above mine, lingering, lips quivering about to dive. And when your face turns furry and out of focus That's when I love you the most for the moment That's how I want to feel the rest of my life. |
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