Thursday, September 2, 2010

Rain Drops Fallin On My Head...

When it rains things fall apart, disintegrate like sugar cubes under my tongue, less sweet.

When it rains some people dream sweetly, but i dream twice.

When it rains and the rain drops drip down my face i clench my jaw... stare... almost believing i'll see something in the mist.

When it rains is when the wheel turns; the fishy brain remembers it forgets.

When it rains and the hills stretch their backs, each blade of grass quivers and bows to the wind.

When it rains, now, i lose my language so that i may listen.