The Rainmaker
the world’s swole up
you bet I’m sure
them spots is growing so big the sun
able won’t shine through
the lights come up inside
but it was too regular
the distance, the sound
even in my clothes my hair’s full of electricity
faraway smile for what?
a right to be certain
that rhapsody in her bursting forth
no bigger than a mare’s tail
more lightning, more thunder
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