bright orange
you are the chaos-wrinkled mushroom
with the world of slugs homing in
like the mud fight
only later in the shower
when you snorted the leech out of your nose
the gentle Spanish shower
with the extra spinkler
like an antique telephone receiver
Hola!
when it's raining just like that
on your yellow yellow hair
I see clashing shards of rainbow
whistling about your changing life
and how filthy with dirt we are
streaming as we wobble through the eternal family of crystal balls
passively futtering
as they meet our eyes
and become tears
that is the rain
as we clip-clop onto the wooden floor
too lazy to light a lamp
climbing onto the bed in all of our wet clothes
because humans are made of clay
and can be squished together
listening to the metal roof
