Like a meteor shower
dancing down
my drain
i stay inside and
watch it rain
all purple haze and
shimmering film
and the blue light from the television
watches me as
i watch it
the commercials created our desires
then packaged our dreams
and trademarked the
empty places we
tried to fill
it begins to rain harder
and i can see
the volcanic
dust
and it’s july 17, 2017
on a wednesday
at 11:00 pm
i bought everything i could
but i’m still alone and
think of you
often
as i lie here stuck in between
yesterday and
tomorrow
in this combustible
bliss
