rain, soothing. symphonic.
cymbals of CLASH! from clouds;
and my dogs lie at my feet,

question the meaning of rain.

having no answer, i pet them.
knowing the storm will pass;
and they give me thankful licks;
i sit as the Liberator of Torment.

rumbles echo farther away, assured
in my protection they hear errant
claps and move not a muscle of care.
i'm Napoleon but tall; i let them live.

we all have the day off; i'm the only one
who cares that it'll soon be tomorrow.

one more day of living this lie of worth;
my character is tired of the measurements.

04/25/2011

Posted on 04/25/2011
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