pumpkineater

Sometimes it rains like sudden sadness
I stare up into the web of branches sway
The atmosphere sirens wail
I stare down onto concrete blocks
Rain bombs my soul to night
Wash away graffiti dirt
Or the red run to the gutter
I stare in to my eyes
I flinch from particles in air
I glare at my ugly unconcern
Soft patter of the mushroom splash
Sounds like quiet thunder of my hate
Children howl of in just ice
A dolt hails balls of just ice
I adore you
I abhor me
I stare a round the heaven night
Full of black righteousness
Thunder snarls and lightning flickers
I look at my reflect action
I must hide far away
Confrontation of torment
Lighten up from sultry space
I embrace and hold the shade
Squeeze and mold to my command
I laugh and shriek
Grab tightly the knife of life
Slips a way in the warm wetness
I look to the sky once more
A sliver of light shows its wink
Clearing clouds run like wolves
Smells of fresh dew
Dripping drops of love
Sears my pain away.