random musings

the rain falls; light blue
kisses between previously
enamored friends.

umbrellas dot the
landscape, visual whores
clamoring for their bread.

an indistinct whisper reveals
a hint of lips, painted,
a touch of chin, rouged,
a thin swallow of neck
half-hidden in textile folds.

banshees exit, tear
back-popping exhaust through wet
lights -- no sirens yet.

bent tree, crumbling brown-
green, shivers pattering pain
onto damp walkway.