Member Poem

Water cycles through the pallid air in Gloomsbury, Gloomsdale, Gloomy Gloomy Gloomy
As rabbits duck under sticks for shelter
And birds swoon dangerously on telephone wires

Dark sky and dark clouds and it's only 2 p.m. on a Tuesday
Heavy thoughts puddling inside concrete castles
Cars leaving a metallic taste in your throat

Heads down, eyes down, lit up by chunks of metal
Wailing, moaning, sobbing sirens eat their way through cities
Where paper cups drip from falling gutters

Dirty rain masks vision
Everything is hazy, lazy, undefined
As your tattered sleeve wipes away the fog

Night falls without a sound
And the trees wilter
Folding into themselves like tired fingers

The rain is too loud to think
Too quiet to scream
Its thick scent masks your own

Canvas sneakers snaking 'round asphalt
Bent windowframes pounding against frosted glass
Shutters swing shut

Step inside, shake off recycled water like a retreiver
Rusty raincoat falls onto threadbare rug
"It's warm in here"