touch my body
I'm sitting on my 3rd story balcony smoking a parliament light. I'm drinking cheap beer and sitting in a chair I got from ikea on sale for 1499. I couldn't be happier. its rained all night. I drove from work to get caleb and scottsdale was flooded up to the door... bell was a wash the whole way west. well its still raining... the skys cloudy but bright. a full moon perhaps? maybe not... its almost yellow in it dimness. in its murkyness. pure pollution on second thought. I look down at the street below and I only see two orbs of orange light. priveleged light you might say. the roar of the ac down below is almost deafaning in this silence... raping the beautiful sound of sacred rain. cool in the storm of summer. I feel almost nasty and sinful just soaking up the cool breeze... the humid stickyness on my bare skin. even my beautful babies johnny knoxville and enrique know how precious this is... how rare. they are out here with me. soaking up the sound and the smell. utter perfection in the desert full of rats. mikey just called bantering about the rogue... maybe this won't be such a peaceful night after all... only time will tell. I could stay out here forever with my cheep beer thinking about life and meaning and spirit. this is when I'm happiest... at my most centered... when it rains and storms... only good things happen to me in the rain. unlike most I was born here. grew up with a harsh unforgiving sun. I know it all too well. the rains are my relief... my babtism where one was absent. my perfect whole self blooms in the wake of the rains. after a fresh watering and a shedding of the sand. I wish this night would never end but I'm a phoenichian... and I know better.... that's what makes it so fucking precious! these foreingers need to understand. everyone should be dancing in the streets under the muddy yellow sky washing their poluted souls away.