Monday, March 6, 2017

Wet-cat-in-the-rain

Sounds like it’s gonna rain machines
just when this felt home...
continued to be winter-a-crying-gray.


How could I
change that life?


Now somewhere around here
I’m biting into the awful...
I’ve been meaning to tell you...


there is this piano inside my head that
plays to semi-memories of
an old lover and with room for more.


Was I escaping this much?


Something within me
whistles imagining itself-mermaid,


but I said goodbye
near many moons and sunsets.


It all stayed behind
and I kept going-going,


climbing and crossing
to decipher the long-ago-song;


the message beneath the message,


wet-cat-in-the-rain.