14/07/20

Your words are perfect spheres,
Like rain on fur,

Unable to permeate
My repellent pelt.

Mongrel-stubborn,
I shake them off.

The living-room carpet gets stained.

03/10/19

Precipitation percolates through gap-toothed brick.
Frowning arches sigh fogs of fetid breath;
Caustic sulphur belches.
Saliva stagnates on rough-tongued roads.
The city’s empty belly rumbles.

02/10/19

A puppy falls in love with a lamppost.
Forgetting it has been forcibly chained.
Accepting the cold metal indifference.
Sitting together silently in the rain.

24/09/19

I play rain sounds

Hoping for the ingress to flood
The echo chamber between my headphones.

I let myself soak
In the high-fidelity electric downpour.

16/08/19

Speaking factually, I remark
That with all this rain
A rainbow is inevitable.
He mistakes this for optimism.
He loves a better version of myself.

18/07/19

Condolences for the rain on your camping trip.
Congratulations on your purchase of Wellington boots.
Continue to argue with weather.
Consider praying to new gods.

All-weather

You are sunshine,
You are rain,
And sometimes you are snow.

Every day I look at you, you warm me with your glow.

You nurture and sustain me; your pure essence gives me life.

But your cold stares and cold shoulders give me shivers, turn me ice.

You’re every type of weather and you’re every type of day;

You’re every type of beautiful.

And I love you every way.

[18/01/19]

Today

Today was other.
Not good, not bad. Other.

Today was grey.
Grey sky met grey pavement in a mist of grey rain.

Today wasn’t even proper rain.
It was the rain that you don’t feel until you’re too heavy and cold to care.

Today wasn’t a story.
I don’t think today was even a poem.

Today was a nothing day.

[03/01/19]