Our rataplans are to fall inconspicuously
From the grey mother sky
To pitter-patter the conversation banter
Of pissing angels from heaven-11
Bicycle day rain, won't you fall your name
The acid rain of open-eyed wet visuals
Which auspice me rapid third eye movement
The storm plant, Papaver Somniferum, be blessed
Upon the pavement I saw a rare sight indeed
A drowned snake amidst the drown worms
Its death I became and thus alive so much more
Author notes
No, I did not really see a drowned snake. I hope to. Perhaps a writer's scenario becomes a moment in their life due to the psychic magnetism which prevails! Or. . .not. 
A contest entry
- Rain. by Painted-Rose.
400 points, ended January 25, 2009, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
-
Nicely done!
Adding your comment:
