I open the front door and it begins to rain why do I do such things I unmoor my mattress and fly it in a gust bulging with cumulous I rest my formation next to the living room and weather out the storm right in the centre of the windows hallways and doors I look like a drifter youd need to step over as youre heading somewhere Im in evrythings way the way to evrything hovering within them I pass over the place an uncurtained skylight brings me into the night just one small star shines whyd I choose a window so high? The weather heres precise slowly moving southwest sent with my compliments I dont know where I stand trying to find the ground I just drop evrything through the air Ive put on until Im caught again getting carried away perspective deducts whyd I set this distance? Rain knocks on the ceiling but I cant just greet them like a host of many things and go through the roof unhinged for pre cipi tation I open the front door and the rain sounds louder why do I do such things? I make the noise trail off and the next day I spot a whole outfit of clothes before me on the floor like someone dropped them there and went into the storm naked as a thought maybe I drift off like a cloud
Posted on: Tue, 19 Nov 2013 07:00:40 +0000
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