when the rain falls
just before the snow
wash away all the leaves
with cinnamon and vertigo
tastes of felted seams
fly by astral travel
I'm sitting by my data bank
waiting for your call
vacation in Atlantis
step into waves to
watch the rain
pools of fire, mercury exploding
the colors of victory
paint beautiful losers
someone you could smother
as the rain hammers
taps drummers in thunder
like a hundred dancers
in a musical just for you.
there is nothing else to do today
but sit around drinking tea
reading over old postcards
with pictures of the sea
gathered tattered remnants
of lifestyle magazines,
fast cars
superstars
they belong to you
big man, clothes like a king
protecting little kid dreams
graffiti on bedroom walls
every word saved to sing your
song, you can tell
every night
when the rain falls.
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