Pray For Rain

My hunger hides out in a diner,

The one in that painting Nighthawks by Edward Hopper

Which lays suspended in the mood

Of the neglected city...

I ache like the city aches in it's amalgam of pockets

Where busy shoes refuse to shuffle,

And the crowds leave gaping snags

Of prosperity in the lurch...

God bless those teeming time capsules of so-called unimportance!...

...When I pray for rain

It's the hot ecstasy and passion of the muse for which I sing

I seek it's intoxication to seep into my body

As I wait it out like a fine wine awaits

A great feast where it can splash it's lifeblood out vigorously

Over the heads of it's partygoers...

O, Rain, come for me again!...

I need you, as I am as chapped and dry as a lizard on a rock

Seeking some forgone conclusion,

Hoping that the walls will talk

And repay me for the many times they only served as straws

To gobble up my restless, fuming, venom that was flawed,

As my snakeskins drop off left and right

Piling up like soiled linen...

Like space food I've been sapped to serve!...

Please cleanse my venal dirty words,

And materialize before me like some sprite

Within a glen...

I'll wait you out until I die...

Though forest fires may

Blacken clouds...

I'll still remain with wretched tongue

Stretched out to greet the pregnant skies

For your sweet drops to tumble down,

Though I'm exhaustingly aware

That you may seal up like a tomb

And leave me scarred and aching

At the threshold of despair...

...An envelope discarded to the

Famished womb of night...

5/19/24

Bunny Villaire