Friday, January 9, 2015

i would be the one to know the rain does not wash you clean


do you know how many rains i’ve walked in?

there were no white knights on steeds

the stinging rain cuts you till you bleed

 

i will not rescue you

you will not rescue me

 

longing does not manipulate

and make happen

 

the rain falls

i beseech

but remain drenched

 

alone

 

raindrops chase everyone away

conquer, secure

and laugh at me

 

because my wet clothes are all that hold me

 

and somewhere someone lied

whiskey does not keep you warm

and cigarettes are just an addiction

 

and german electronic music

still looks for meaning and hope

leaving me the last true existential nihilist

 

who is still so human

he attaches metaphors to molecules

made up of H2O

 

oh what do we know?

nothing

but our needs

 

hoping there is a creed

that will not make each cut so callous

 

i pull a can of beer from my jacket

open it

tilt my head to sip

and close my eyes against the violent rain

 

meaning is so insane

when black holes collide

and reside in a universe

millions of years after it has turned to dust

 

and i am just

someone

who has surrendered

my role as the pretender

 

just come and hold me in the pouring rain

take me home

embrace me under warm covers

where your whispers drown out

the sounds of the rain that HOWLS outside

 

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