.....^^^^.*&^^%......
rain bitchslapping
the windows, the roof, the air
being eaten by the city drains
swallowed by thirsty dirt
sobbed from growling clouds
I sit in my dry shell with my socks
on inside-out and the heater
clunking steadily
not writing poetry, but typing
with breaks and pauses
like thoughts
and keys that click like raindrops
I'm tired, but too restless to sleep, like always. Plus, this is my favorite time... when my parents have gone to bed and the lights are dim and the apartment is warm and quiet, and I can write or listen to music or do what I want.
gingerbread
toffeee
orange juice
coffee!
futons
&
words
the windows, the roof, the air
being eaten by the city drains
swallowed by thirsty dirt
sobbed from growling clouds
I sit in my dry shell with my socks
on inside-out and the heater
clunking steadily
not writing poetry, but typing
with breaks and pauses
like thoughts
and keys that click like raindrops
I'm tired, but too restless to sleep, like always. Plus, this is my favorite time... when my parents have gone to bed and the lights are dim and the apartment is warm and quiet, and I can write or listen to music or do what I want.
gingerbread
toffeee
orange juice
coffee!
futons
&
words