i wanted to see the ocean
but i couldn’t wake up in time
see the sea
spin a rhyme
it is raining
i am on my balcony
umbrella, cigarette
t-shirt and jeans
all is as it seems
on the dimly lit streets
one flight below
the early evening has nothing
to show
coffee brings consciousness
i read quantum physics and
reality
the quiet of the rain
knocking at my window pane
i forget the hour
till my stomach starts to growl
and i become as wet as the
streets
as i go on the prowl
this irish pub has pizza
i don’t question just order
down my first draft
as the bartender puts another
before me
guess i’ve been here before
god i’m such a bore
in this sea of faces
the rain never erases or washes
clean
i don’t stay longer then a
slice
light a smoke in the rain
i wanted to see water
well here i am
i walk for blocks before i pull
out my flask
the answer is the question i
never ask
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