Had some other things to do today, so I took a poem I had done a long, long while back and remixed it so to speak, changing a few words, structuring it a little and adding in a bit of projective verse. Am working on some new pieces as well, and am planning on getting around to catch up on all the sites I've been not able to visit the past few days. Anyhow.
Rain
keeps dropping
at
my feet,
feet,
feet
I
look up
To
the grey cloaked sky
and
watch the drops fall
and
watch the drops fall d
o
w
n
The
grass fills
Its
thirst is quenched
The
water pools on the pavement
Into
cracks
it
seeps
seeps
seeps
I
hear the sounds
From
below
So
down stairs I do go
Flip
on the lights
Flip
that switch
And
watch
As
all things stored
Are
f l o a t I n g
by
I’m
soon joined
By
a concerned pair
Of
eyes
No
purring
As
he meows
As
his bathroom dr If ts slowly by
I
put on my coat
And
head on out
To
the car I will go
But
first
Raindrops
Keep
f
A
L
L
I
N
G at my feet
Feet
feet
