Here is a poem written by Thome, my rain-loving walking-chum

A Walk in the Park with Thome

Noir Cloudy Day Just Before the Storm


sometimes i itch
for caffeine near midnight,
is it near midnight already?

The artist’s choice of drug
alteration of perception,
stamina and energy!
alteration of mind

it’s late
and I don’t want
to spew out some old
tired cliche
is a double edged sword”

we’re waiting for the rain
to come and cleanse
our sins –
the tv said there’d be rain
(damn weather man!)

like a sundial in the closet,
we all find ourselves
(only, we put ourselves here)
“keep the coffee comin’, babe!”

addiction is self-administered

and rain doesn’t cleanse anything
that piss doesn’t cleanse

mossy rock, waterfall, desert sands
and cacti,
visions of old sages

addiction, knowledge, psyche, words,
meditation, prayer,

my mind wanders back
to the sundial in the closet
gathering dust


experiencing early childhood
in the 1990’s,
the birth of hip-hop,
disco is dead
long live…

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