when it rains it pours
i can’t put into words
how much i need to cry
hard in your arms
tears flood
feelings images memories
bleed together
my brother’s death
my love for you
your tears
your fear my love will die
my not knowing if i can be
the one you need
forever
we make love
i smoke a joint
but the cry
is the high
i need most
most of the time i want
to cry
i can’t
i know it’s not all my father’s fault
i help erect these blockades
i shut these floodgates
i know i’m supposed to stay strong
don’t show it
or no it’s okay now
fuck these tear ducts
swollen shut
put on elliot smith
put on velvet underground
cue the darkest days
with the drop
of a needle
cue that transcendent acid trip
the sweaty cocktail of tears
and summer rain
not knowing which is which
as my eyes brim with sky
holy water falls
everything is fluid
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You extend your image to the bursting point. Well done…
The river of this poem sweeps me away!
life
like water
if it stays fluid
it stays good