A Poem of Pain
Tonight I sit and listen to the rainThe world is on fireInside and outMy worldIs on…
Of a billion sunsWe are the actinic focusOf just oneWe are confident it is our only lens
I feel a lust for quiet thunderFor polished wood and ancient stone
In the silent hours spent looking out the passenger seat window at the wet lit dark of sideways time, the cogitations that have…
the downpour emphasizing amplifyingthe words of a storythe more uneasy the bettermatching the gloom and occasional rolls…
A healer, a tonic,a painkiller, a vodka shot!few tears and some smiles…some memories…