"I don't know what to say, it feels like i've been put under knives, needles and magnifying lens...but in a good way, of course. Thanks for appreciating what is now a collective of thoughts on how i wish to, well, move on."
Did he bitch about it up there? Hehe... rainy Tuesday it was when he...
Poetry and Art by Mama Cris, from his Hub Pages.
i want to die on a rainy day
i want to die on a rainy day.
when the river overflows, so
shall my life. trickling down
the moistened earth to find
home among cocooned seeds.
i want to die on a rainy day.
on a wednesday, middle of
the week. only the dogs will
sense the rapture and moving
on will not be an affair even
if i roam the streets naked.
i want to die on a rainy day.
lying down on a bench under
a tree in a park somewhere.
while strangers grapple with
umbrellas, my final breath
shall find the greying clouds
past dreamcatching leaves.
i want to die on a rainy day.
and i will play the guitar as
i ebb. certainly not sunshine
on my shoulders. definitely.
(stale cigarettes, anyone?)
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