water

the ebbs and the flows.
the heaving ocean of want.
dry upon despair.

a blitzkrieg of rain.
lightning wrenching the dark sky.
my god’s lullaby.

the broken pieces
pile like tower of babel.
more broken than most.

the heaving bosom
of the pendulous grey breasts.
i drown in heaven.

the rain on my brain
rusts the fragile happy thoughts.
drowning in gutters.

whirling dervishes
living in storms of ideas.
without solid ground.