If I had one word remaining
for this moment
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.
And I mean really rained.
None of that thunder and fireworks.
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.