Wet under the sky

I miss you most when it rains
when my mind calms indoors
the paper-thin people around me
disintegrate under the rainfall
into little shreds of shapeless pulp
but you are even more of you
wet hair and dress under the sky

why we are alone

sure - let me suffer the light of the sunrise this morning just like that other morning with Fall and diesel fumes in the traveling air.

I met her again last night and remembered that day to her smoking nude on my back deck her perfect in the breeze and weak moonlight.

She remembered we were broke and far from home not a perfect moment of beauty and her curiosity cured hurried off to her life.

fast and sharp and smart

You?
You're a wolf
fast and sharp and smart
loose before the soft white underbelly of
the slow and fat and not-smart people you see.

a dangerous outlaw
a looming threat
raising red flags
sounding the sirens

Fear against the fast and sharp and smart