Rainfall,
Redeeming, fresh...
I thought I wrote a poem about it already,
but as I'm flipping through your pages...
I called you a legend upon Fall,
how you trumpeted against frost...
When I can no longer feel
the spirit of the sun.....he frees my soul...
If I was cemented on that one-way highway
words could not be said loud and fast enough...
I don't know how many shots of vodka
I've had, definitely more than two, clear liquid...
4:13
and I count down...
You spend my wages willfully, gleefully,
tasting the rotting flesh between my teeth...
His love disappears
when I need...
...
Confused about some things,
Needing some guidance and help...
I'm gong to move away
from all I've taught myself...