Wednesday, July 09, 2014

mmclxxxvi

a poetics of wetness


i woke up with tomorrow all gone

drenched was just the start of it

my poor snapdragons all dried up

not the pool of sweat or drool

the garbage bins rolling

two floors beneath the

bedroom window


a dream about a rainshower

turned out to be terrorism

“everybody out!”

we made it but somehow

the culprit fell in love

with the high school principal

the pastry chef was spurned


driest day to darkest night

our wet ears glowed

summer turned into fall

and overall our suspicions faded

and overall our suspicions faded