Dripping dropping
If I was a narcissist
I might think
The rain was for me
But I can play
A sad song
And stare glumly
Out the window
No matter why
It rains
It feels
thematically
Appropriate.

As all hoosiers must
I have been
To church
When I was
But a lad
So young my
Objections
were regarded
As jests
I was taken to church
Many times
Did I sit through sermons
And I don't get it
The love some feel
The spirit I just
Ain't got it
I had a suit
I had combed hair
I sang the hymns
But all I felt
Was agitated.

A sea with
No blue
In the plains
The grass sways
Keep the insects
From our view
It might be pretty
To add a dash
Of redish orange Flames.

Danger danger
Red is a warning
Blood and alarm
Mechanical and
Human screaming
I think I need
A less passionate shade.

put words together
till you find
the right thing
to say
bad form
perhaps
but
to each
their own
I suppose.

Empty to start
it will soon hold
all sorts of goodies
or maybe just
the bare essentials
carrying only
what is needed
or at least
what we think
is needed.

the pen exploded
possible stories
smeared the pocket
more pens exist
but that was a lucky one
or so It was thought.