From the future, looking in

Somehow, the rain becomes a flood
and you, the trigger of the pulse
of my whimsical world
are muddled beneath the steady
cadence of rain drops + umbrellas.

i’m left to wonder
over the pyramid of time
when we lived, embraced
the rain with open eyes
and let it wash upon
our dirty and broken
young hearts.

forgive me, i’m trying
to treat an addiction that burns
with an impulse so strong
it once carried me like a parachute soldier
across the ocean, through farmlands,

into a cacaphonous and glorious muck. new orleans, where the passion is so endless

it’s frightening.

without you, i’m a ghost walking a tight rope.

a movie without a script,

free to stumble and fall

without consequence.


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