I am writing on the pain
While trading truths for driving rain.
I disappear in shards of ice
That melt into a shallow pool
Of thoughts and sense too grey to paint–
All this from a liquor glass.
I flip a coin, drop rolling dice
On a thick table full of fools.
One’s name is Mind, the other Feint,
Another’s Heart, he’s always last.
I burn a lake to catch a fish,
But in her belly find no flies–
A single iridescent pearl.
I cry red tears and fall asleep.
In sleep I wasted my last wish–
I bartered for a pocket lie
And dropped it in a torrent-whirl
To steal red tears, so I may weep.
Now I’ll go write on the rain
And think of days less dull & plain.