my day

I woke up this morning and that translates too: a groan-a snooze-a groan-a snooze-a get up and go I imagined that an angel or maybe even God waited on a word from me All this as the shifted wait pumped blood into my legs All this as I scratched my self neglected shower shaved a look into the mirror sprayed two shots of whiskey cologne and glossed my pits with aerosol. The globule of rain grew pregnant The cumulus cloud wouldn’t claim it The bastard drop of rain in it’s a-suicide descent screamed with its brothers its sisters and its color My college dirty shirt flung over loose-leaf head storm gathering outside umbrella-ed thoughts brought shorts from the not yet dryer buzzed Coffee in my sorted fingers as socks hit hard I’m not hungry but I eat the machine dings twice walking through my house tripping on the wake The drop of rain screamed soft Its tear ducts filled with acidic dew down it dropped down it grew Falling brought no weightlessness Filled ambiguity doubting mind Would ever this torment come to end its brothers screamed its sisters screamed so it remained afraid falling as rain drops do leg on peddle foot is sleeping my envied toenails count the miles of when the gas will only go as far as wide as long as me I like to think I paint this road the demon pours ahead anon erase his words the seraph on his diadem pushes broom to clean the street in his chevy tinted wagon writes the tale we all are told follows from behind-waits on a word from me the bead of rain settled in curled itself lamazed itself released the babe without a pain but died upon the window shield did two flips cart wheeled back caught itself ‘neath angel’s wheels washed away the dogma shit the sweeper missed the point of this and for once the world was new but here I was two cars up spitting chew into a cup… Written April 16th, 2002 © on Apr 16 2002 10:55 AM PST   0 • 10