If I had one word remaining
for this moment
this feeling...

I think I'd waste it ordering another drink.

No great travesty today.
No bewildering tragedy.

Just a somber boredom.
Unfulfilled, and plucked like so many idle banjos
and dulcet euchal... fuck I could never spell that word.

When was the last time it rained?
This is stormy mood weather.
Strike that.
Invert it.

And I mean really rained.
None of that thunder and fireworks.
Good
old fashioned downpour.

Cascading waves of oblique deluge.
Walk-against kinda rain.

Something I could use to ignore field fires
and situational hitting.

Good day to burn something alive.
Strange. Distant. And without a name.