The Cold Rain
The iron clouds are shutters clicking shut upon the street
the silver needles of the storm are sewing up the heat
I’m standing beside the hydrant where the weary mongrels bark
a silhouette of nothingness within the sodden park
the water hits the denim but the skin is dry as flint
I’ve lost the heavy currency and every fucking mint
the local parson scurries with a newspaper for shade
a frantic little rodent in the theological trade
he thinks the sky is weeping for the sins of man below
I think the sky is just a leak with nowhere else to go
I’m standing in the deluge and I’m breathing in the flood
without the heavy friction of the panic or the blood
the cold is just a concept that the nerve refuses to sign
I’ve left the world of feeling past the heavy border line
the liquid isn’t wet and the winter isn’t cold
I’m trading in the ending for a book that’s never told
the blue room of the evening is a hollow
empty jar
I watch the light receding like a cold and dying star
the tits of the horizon are a sagging
graying line
I’m drinking from the gutter since I’ve lost the taste for wine
my coat is heavy-weighted with the liquid of the sky
I am the unblinking
clinical
and unrecorded eye
I see the neighbors staring from behind the plastic blinds
searching for the logic that a frantic person finds
they want to know the reason for the silence in my chest
I want to tell them nothing is the ultimate and best
the thunder is a hammer hitting hard upon the world
while every flag of purpose is a rag that’s been unfurled
the taxman and the baker are all huddling in the eaves
while I am standing naked in the forest of the thieves
the rain is just a lubricant for every jagged day
to wash the heavy waste of all the vanity away
I’ll swallow all the ice until the inner fire is out
I am the end of every hope and every fucking doubt
I’m standing in the center of the heavy
liquid weight
a man who found the bottom of the blackest
deepest plate
the storm is just a whisper to a man who cannot hear
I’ve conquered all the agony by losing all the fear