Which two are flowered
through the sidewalk?
Their last sweet leaves were 
plucked until -
- the madness blushed her
tints of rose and
flecked, ruffled, petaled
rings of blue.

Eyes roll, devoured,
throbbing quickly.
The world is meaning,
laying bare.
And on the wrong side 
of the river
the world is image:
condemned affair.

Come with the downtime rain
Beat it back the best that you can

Speak lies at last, lies
made of soft night.
With honey fool the 
dirt away.
Moon, melancholic,
strikes the mirror.
The noise within you
scrapes your veins.

Come with the downtime rain
Beat it back the best that you can

Downtime Rain

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