Lightning tears the sky like rape,
I look out the window at the passing shadows of the city,
The shadows are passing by with frightening speed.
Heavy rain pours from heavy clouds…
Splashing onto heavy buildings groaning,
Groaning from the weight of all the broken dreams.
In every malformed body is the shattered remains
Of something beautiful
Dreams as pure as angel's tears wash away…
In the rain. A whore stands under an overhang at a cheap motel
Trying to keep out of the rain.
Her body has been abused, no longer a temple,
Her body dares not touch the dreams,
The dreams as pure as angel's tears.
I press my hand on the window,
The window presses back. I can't touch or catch
All the dreams spilling down.
A scream rises,
Rises into a crescendo!
Disappointment is my familiar friend.
When I was little, when my aunt had died,
I drew a picture…
It was of her funeral precession,
In it Spiderman, Batman, and Jesus were her escorts to heaven.
The raining is like a blister
…that won't stop…
Suicide is an alternative