Apr 09, 2006 17:58
the ground trembles
as a million sound waves assault its molecular structure,
or some other vaguely scientific babble I don't understand
but... what is there to understand?
it's the purging of the earth, babe,
washing away all the surface filth and sending it rushing into storm drains
bringing life, you know,
those pretty spring flowers
that poke their curled, green heads from beneath the mud
and are devoured by rabbits who sneak under the fences
and it's flooding those little gray-brown rodents
out of their homes,
leaving them waterlogged and mangy-looking
when the gray clouds finally drift away and take its unwelcome flashing of lightning out of our lives
I cried enough to flood my life once, you know
but that was before you
and if your voice is like rain on parched ears, then
I must be sugar.
but crying is just purging the eyes, babe
of all those bad yesterdays, you know?
of course you do,
you would know that better than I.
[ the irony behind this is four days later, the person I was writing this to/about did say I was made of sugar... so feh. ^^ ]