summer
rain
los
angeles streets
soaking
wet
i
move my feet
but
it doesn’t feel the same
as
the old winter rains
i
wandered in a few months back
faith
and hope i lacked
figured
all that would be said
at
my funeral was,
“i’m
surprised he lasted this long”
i’ve
only had one beer
and
i’m in no rush to have another
jenny
and i had made love
our
naked flesh flexing
in
the flood of puddles
on
the patio where we played
i
think about god everyday
though
we’re not quite yet
on
speaking terms
i
look up verses
listen
to hymns
and
right now the rain is beautiful
i
tried to stay in
with
jenny
but
i craved to carve a path
that
is immediately erased
and
went where the water was waiting
but
i am not lost
or
lit up like a christmas
tree
on liquor
i
have a reason to go home
i
have a reason to reach
i
have a reason to reason
not
screaming the lyrics to
“every
day is halloween”
by
ministry
just
enjoying a walk in the rain
where
i watch my name
written
on every drop
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