You're gonna come down in sheets And I'm gonna take it Because I need it It's a reluctant pummeling It's a rejoice with a relapse Sick gray daze hazes of rain beating me, bathing me scathing frigidity drifting over me I measure in inches what you've given gathered sand to keep you at bay and pray for more I've raided stores And boarded up for your arrival Come to me Flood my streets I'm gonna curse And vow to sleep through it all but I'll admit, I am enthralled watching and waiting for the onslaught peeking through curtains watching puddles turn to lakes turn to seas of all that we need and I will squeal "Please let up." And it will pound on until it's done. You could always get more than you can handle and be grateful for it.
Rainstorming

Inadmittance


The wind: a breath, a current

the target in the cross-hairs


Pickinggrapes

Boxxxcar Jill
She was a free woman, riding the rails
Sleeping in boxcars, chasing a dream, blazing trails
Where she awoke, is where she was,
A new adventure awaited in every halt
She could make her way on her own
Dancing, drinking, thinking, singing
Seeing lands, finding beauty, finding trouble
Stealing and charming all the necessities to survive
A rough life
There were men. She’d invite any and all in
There was no resisitance to anyone, anything.
Surely totally free.
Until one day.
A thief came along and stole a kiss.
Tied her up, felt her up, filled her up.
Beat her up, and slit her throat.
She might not be free anymore.
Or maybe she’s freer.

You steal the darkness
Flashing a devious look, you follow me
Into the corridor
Your hand clasps the back of my neck
sweeping my hair aside
your teeth pierce my earlobe
your hands a meat hook in my thigh
you steal the darkness and force it deep in me
I can’t speak except to beg
I am full of gravity and splendor
and bend my will any direction you please with your every gust
When finally you leave,
I am a shrouded black puddle
waiting for someone to come along
and drink me up.

The Fisherman


Rakery
Tonight his plans won’t fail
I can feel my aching arteries
Throbbing with this grief of mine
For all I am, I am forlorn.
For all I might be I am alone…
In a state beyond being, beyond emotion’s lash
My mind clenches to just one feeling
And the dagger’s sharp point turns on me.
Tonight I feel my heart beat
And excruciatingly lay my head at rest
I can hear the wind chimes singing
As the air moves softly past.
This love of not alone tonight,
I feel I am an item.
He thrives his assault upon my fleshy figure
And I close my eyes and make believe
He wants my love…
