It’s raining again
Somewhere between a spit and the tears of a cry
Like chatting to a hose-mouthed consonant basher
You know the type
Can’t pull out an “F” without rinsing the bowls of your eye-sockets in saliva
The Town Crier-cum-scuba diver
A bowel for a vowel and a gallstone's worth of hen-pecked adjectives
Dousing down your soul with his phlegm-flecked invectives
A bowel for a vowel and a gallstone's worth of hen-pecked adjectives
Dousing down your soul with his phlegm-flecked invectives
The wind is blowing again
Its back is up but the gusts are short not long
Somewhere between a status update and a re-tweet
Later those gusts will be drawn out rants
facebook arguments
YouTube chants
Evenings are getting longer again
Somewhere between a twitch and a smile
Slow and nervous as melting ice
Slow and nervous as melting ice
Not overnight but gradual as flows of estuary water
Where mother welcomes daughter
At first lovingly - then as vice
The sky is bluer again
Somewhere between a skip and a jig
More Electric and Cyan than Oxford and Cobalt
A shallow playful baby blue
Hopeful as romance
Soon she’ll be tonight’s anthemic dance
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