Metrical raindrops stream down my favorite
window ..
Cool , tidy , poetic gray cover shadowing the busy unkempt
world ...
Fussy Cardinals come clean in the channel
Pollen , pine needles and mans debris
collect on the washed avenues ..
Courthouse bells relay over the wet countryside ,
timid brooks become rivers for a day ..

My greatest wish is to write soul ****,
To be a soul **** star
To take your soul and make it feel,
Like it never has by far
I want my soul ****,
To be so very *******
That everyday you're on your knees,
Begging to read more
I wish to give your soul a *****,
Or make it really wet
So that when you read my words,
You won't have any regrets
I wish to be a soul **** star,
And write the loveliest writes
So that when you go to sleep,
You dream of them every night
I want to touch your soul,
Flat out make it ***
So that all of my written soul ****,
Beats in your heart like a drum
Men, I hope you think of my soul ****,
As a large pair of breast
That are so amazingly hot,
That they won't let you rest
Ladies, for you I want my soul ****,
To be compared to that guy
The one who loves you dearly,
And never leaves you to cry
Yes, I want to write soul ****,
To be a soul **** *****
I wish to make your soul feel,
Like it never has before

Discerning life within the trees
Images in pools of rainwater ,
streams of pertinent discourse
and fluid continuity ...

I'm sorry that
I do not come with a manual,
a warning.
All I've got is the
"Handle With Care"
stamp, marked on my forehead.
Please forgive me for I tend
to malfunction from
time to time.
I wish it was easy.
When I get so sad that
I cannot leave my bed,
turn to page 37, section B
for care instructions.
But loving me
is not that simple.
I ask that you
proceed with caution,
some parts of me
are still being repaired.

so you put your face close up to mine before
your eyes flashed a little wide
before you said hey let's go inside before you said
hey it's warmer in here before you said
why don't you have a beer
before you said all of this
        your eyes flashed a little wide.
so i guess that's when i should've known.
but as i felt my hand grip over my phone
i realized how badly i had to be done with the trust games
you said i knew so much better than to trust old flames
and you're a new thing. up and away
cupid's a shooter till this very day
and you were excited for me to
learn what would happen if i did it your way

you were excited for me
to finally see what was on the other side of this kind of fear.
so i let you be and i let me be too until my
fingers loosen and i don't even have my
thumb on speed dial anymore when our eyes finally lock again.
somehow i just
know this is a bad idea but at the same time it feels like
something i should've done a long time ago.