water

the soft sound of rain.
like the patter of small feet.
soles of sad angels.

a bruised purple sky
cries hot crocodile tears.
i dance in the rain.

rain, a wet veil
thrown across the urban sky.
wet as your sad eyes.

the cork is squeezed tight.
bottle spits it to the sky.
the froth overflows.

heavy the hot breath.
piercing the whistle’s sad song.
wet the tears up high.

i drown in ruins.
towers build on hopeful dreams.
remnants of ego.