tears of words and rain
fly in to the hands of the disposable gods
on the collections of cups that hit the trash and the ground of distant rural plots of ground
growing nothing from the strange chemicals that lay into them dreams of seeds and the passing of the city.
tears of words and rain
on the necks of dreamers that bite reality with a disdain
escaping into the movements of moons and the following trees.
tides of the little and wandering
little and wandering
are tides in the rain
crashing on the our neck
while dreaming
little and wandering
are tides in the rain
crashing on the our neck
while dreaming
little and wandering
are tides in the rain
crashing on the our neck
while dreaming
Author notes
“Words are flying out like endless rain into a paper cup” – The Beatles 'Across the Universe'
A contest entry
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Really nice! I like the last four lines
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