Rain
Like heathens of forecast
Un-cast rebels and grievous gods
Heat seeking glory and charismatic easy tides
Worms to push and birth
be green
i am the rain

Hard heavy glass and opiate grain
to be unsavoured by many tongues
Though fitful
This rain is all encompassing
my skin is the rain
I am naked.
From the sky i am lacking
back tracking



thirsty clouds
sineuous and taut


cast some kind of light right through me