so desperately I wish it would rain. I want to feel its many sensations past my clothes to my skin. I want to jump in a sidewalk puddle and mean it. It's autumn, and there aren't enough mustard yellow pumpkin orange olive green auburn leaves. I drank three cups of coffee earlier in the evening, the time is now fourteen past three and I cannot sleep. an indiscreet feverish anxiety fills my interior. there is so much to look forward to all the time. someday I will find my waldo. somenight I will find solace in the vitreous humor of my sleeping lover's eyes.