Monday, June 7, 2010

Verse: tocsins

faint
the sound
much like collywobbles

or
when you
overeat, but growing

steadily
louder, closer
and urgent until

bang
the swollen
sky erupts suddenly

and
the rain
begins to fall

darkness
is disrupted
by white flashes

visible
even with
my eyes closed

dreams
swirl away
like dishwater draining

and
the rain
is something like

ants
marching, filling
every empty space

every
crack in
last night's sleep

widening
them until
it is damaged

beyond
repair or
attempts to reclaim

curious
the clock
says not yet

as
you fall
into my arms

alarmed
seeking shelter
from the storm.

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