A Vicious Rain

I will be upset if I get an A on that paper.

I would be upset even if everyone ceases to appear,

or if all my syllables produced laughter,

or if every letter plucked out of my shrink-wrapped

skull made you blush.

I would be upset if you ever wanted to talk to me.

(yesterday was a bad day)

This morning was slightly darker than some.

Mucky ponds reflect softened bricks.

Hidden staircase reveals itself unwillingly,

Chain-

Link Gate

C | l | o | s | i | n | g.

(so today must be a good day)

Corners of highway signs bent in,

the pissed-off wind inverting umbrellas.

Intelligent men smoke drooping cigarettes

under the silver belly of sky

stuffed with nutrients and razor blades.

(but mom, i say, i'm not pregnant and i don't have cancer,)

All of my fragile gifts have gone to waste,

and I can't even begin to taste

this hot chocolate for another twenty minutes.

By then I will have moved on

probably to a better drink that won't

scathe me for freezing.

(i'm just a boy)

My fingers are blinking back tears.

I'm looking for someone to blame

for all these hideous days of rain.

You fucking suck.