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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