less bright, sanitary intentions

so the rain comes 

                               i can write again 

two-verse: 

                               YE! on the three. 

her basil persona 

                               tambourine like heart 

shakes him like a 

                               banana! 

hearse 

                               for the lit 

yellow glow. 

        of being inside the puddle 

        with the lights swishing by 

        and that one guy 

        by the by

        drinking all the things he wants 

        to say 

        and just so close to 

        her 

        that he knows 

        saying is for fakes 

        or 

        just scared 

        of 

        wanting to buy condoms 

        because this poem is the real world. 

       

which is trudging through the puddle and being 

on the street and doesn't give a shit about my fingers.