the rain is my savior
she saves me from falling
she’s pounding the earth so hard
i’m glad i’m not redundant
and can let go of the foregoing
the sound of thunder is foreboding
but i like my coffee black
she returns for more
another violent interlude or attack
her descent creating waterfalls and rainbows
spraying beauty in all directions
i am thunderstruck
in awe of her complexity
it’s flaming mantle an altar of reverence
if you wish to be healed
drink the rainwater
falling from sky to earth
and bringing back our souls
show me your nakedness
in twilight’s stupor
i’ll try not to laugh
as you stumble home later

the wilder the mushroom
the more that i’ll respect her
and sleep deprivation is not a burden
but a rite of passage
the blessing of laughter
touches the forgotten spaces
along our spines and bodies
there are so many memories left abandoned
along the side of the proverbial road
red is the color of tantric conflagrations
and the redness of your lips has taken hold of me
impulses are firing and i am a diamond
standing at the bank of a lake so deep and wide
you are a tyrant and i am defiant
so let’s not linger on these words much longer
some call it sleep deprivation
i say we are chronically alive
fighting back our tiredness
like good children we swallow all our suffering
tangled in our platitudes
this delicious derision has got us up to no good
and the circle of outrage and oppression
has left us in the mood for some food