it’s pissing down
winter wet wet
three wood pigeons in the ivy
blackbird in the cherry tree
what if this rain doesn’t stop
i mean look at it
how much water is there in the world
bouncing
on top of leaves on top of cobbles
a feral lake forming
water on the brain
a tap on the head
it is driving me insane
see it is a sea see
splosh see splosh see splosh see
where does the blackbird sleep
in all this rain
it can’t be easy for it is not easing
has not eased
doesn’t look like it will ease
squeezing out of a grey sock sky
on and on soppy wet thoughts soak
out of my brain soggy sargasso icity
surely the sea must be full
or should that be empty
for it is emptying down
and running in rivulets
to the sea surely
it can’t go on
can it?
drip rattley splash blonk
drip rattley splash blonk
drip blonkly rattle splash
splash blink blonk
ssssssss shit
i’m soaking it all up
and ringing it out into your brain
in this poem
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