Staring at the rain
water foaming and forming in the cracks of the street. This told me
all the answers to all the questions I needed to ask. Knife like
droplets of rain cutting my skin in a winter chill. Lost to the
caress of darkness and ruin. Now, give me a moment to focus. Search
this place once over. Realize the implication. Now what the fuck am I
doing here? Everything has to be leading somewhere somehow. What do I
do now? When to I figure out what this is for? Right now I can almost
reclaim just an instant of sanity.
Yes, Just an
instant. That is the key. Yes, a moment. Tell me what does a moment
cost? Tell me can I afford it? The very thought of how to best
finance that moment has lead me to the blood soaked red wine spin of
consciousness. Spinning, spinning spun. Now I'm nauseous. Since I can
hardly focus. So much for seeing straight.
Tonight the rain is
a gift. The rain keeps me alert. The rain gives me just a short
stabbing second's clarity. Yes, that is the word stuck on my
malicious tongue. Erudite. Everything clear. Ready, clear and
authentic. Calling out to no one. Everyone who passes me by seems to
be staring. Go! Out of here! Everyone! Each one of you!
Usually these
vultures leave me alone for this kind of day. Yet, it seems they've
caught on to my scent. The vultures will be feeding in no time.
