The Drought of You


I rain dance for the drought of you

Blackbirds die in the wells of your eyes
Your chemical love
pin cushions your heart a toxic beating
Your kisses now give a death cold twist
for nothing is left in you
but the death
of you

Your spirit
I watched
Slowly committed suicide
Still is your pin cushion heart
Toxic beatings bruise the cruise
of your life
now a drought
Your hollow words
scream at me

I rain dance for the drought of you

4 thoughts on “The Drought of You

    • Don’t kno how to get new password. comment—scuse a moment I just got to sweep up all these dead birds. Where’d they come from anyway? O, my perception, that’s prob what’s the matter. Generally they stand for knowledge, intuition. So that dies in the “wells” of my perception. Now a “well” usually holds, um, something. Water? Funny, but my eyes are giving me probs. Now, it seems, they hold dead knowledge. “Chemical”? Well, you know my predilection for White and White indeed torments and kills the heart. So you got that right. You see death as empty and cold. I don’t.

      My kisses give a cold twist. Really? Twist n Shout? Nothing left here but death of my spirit. But you see, I’ve been down to death 5 times n not sure it’s empty. If my spirit dies I’m a zombie. I made it die? Why? Well, my heart is dead from my chems which gave a deathly beating? But “beating” rings like heart is alive, although “toxic” is deathly. My voyage of life is empty from lack. My words are not exactly empty but full of nothing. I manage to scream nothings. I’d love to see your dance—which it seems is for sky water to fill me.

      I’m in bad shape. But my empty spirit screams just at you, not at me. You, you, you are the only spirit impeding me from falling into eternity. Love that idea! Love you! Difficult to describe nothing, tho!

      Speaking of White . . . .

      Warmest, Mary Leona



    • I am kicked off Twit and they will not allow me to download crap. I am going incognito (O shure, tell me another!) and have a confusing slew—a veritable slew—of sites— (trying to get password of “cowshitter1”) and then they gave me “” and then(you cannot stop me now!) I still have old “” plus siteoreenie of “”. I gots no idea who I am.

      Warmest, Mary



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