That’s why it
rains upwards!
Feel my throat go dry in
the middle of the night,
Feel my ears buzz with a
rip-roaring might,
Feel my mind reduce into
organic shards,
In my world, that’s why it
rains upwards…
Smell that fuzzy wound,
fiery and so deep within,
Rub against that enamel
breath, my seething skin,
Twist and walk away, I hope
it ain’t the Cotards’
In my world, I believe it
rains upwards…
This bitter-sweet has faded
into grainy cinema,
and my eyes half-gouged,
enjoy delusional diorama,
Thus, I must only peer,
fathoms deep, only inwards,
In my world, it ought to
rain upwards…
Discover that in the
dungeon of my black emotions,
There lies a shiny sword of
freedom, awaiting instructions,
Feed it all that it knows,
again and again, till it retards,
In that world, it could
rain upwards…
Few will understand, and
fewer will respond,
When the poet and his
melancholy muse, end their song,
If it all was that simple,
we would kneel and look skywards,
And in that world, it would
no longer rain upwards…
