Tripped into a puddle leaving the hospital, rain.
Embryonic infant, FAS brain, momma’s gettin’ drunk, rain.
My seventh graders say I’m the shit . . . on their shoe’s sole.
Demystified Shakespeare but the punks defied my reign.
Lights flicker while cats fuck, quarrel outside my window.
Alone in my catacomb, bunk-er, renounce the rain.
Justify homelessness, enunciate “optimist”.
Reconfigure the state, I have vagrant spunk, fucking rain.
Obscure all amity, writing is for starved artists.
Ironic cliché: I’m hooked on junk, heroin reigns.
He spit words, “ugly, hairy”, not a perfect specimen.
Can’t weep and drive, I am a skunk in headlights, blood rain.
Illustrate me on a patch of sky, beloved, blithe.
Eternal admiration is the truest lie.