Writing
Rain
Assassin child with dancing eyes but lips like
Ice, overlapping words and stopping where the world
Takes over the road
Invisible cars invisible trees and the world has
Broken over
But bells are ringing and her ancestry is calling out in a
Voice of dust and stone
Spiders crawling over broken fingernails
Grey spirals in the silence
We love you we miss you come back come back come back.
Jazz guitars laugh into the moon and
Campfires flicker keeping the sky awake and
Someone's sleeping on pine covered forest floors and
Humming though their dreams
Eyelashes casting long shadows like tiger scars or
Dead tears.
Irish accents fly high and wolves scream their defiance to the world
To the inside-out sky.
Doodle in the sand, doodle through the hours and think
Wrong thoughts about someone who's out there
Somewhere
Somewhere lost and lonely and blind
Bleeding and not afraid never afraid because only the rain can
Burn me only the rain can
Burn me.