Rain coming down on my head, runs
Down my nose, then onto my shoes.
Lovely day for a walk, he, he. Wonder
If there is any sanity in a Quaker
Parrot’s scream. Not so, it seems. By
The way, is there anything clean
About a bloody nose? My sinuses are
Dried out from the Claritin I take to
Stop the running. But there is a storm
Brewing. The rain falls, and steam
Rises from the asphalt. Oh, to take a
Scoop! My eyes are sore. Not much.
Cackle gulp sneeze he, he, he. Listen
To my aching, rattling my cage oh so
Impatiently. My anxiety boils to a
Peak, overflowing onto my chair. My
Body shakes until it hangs in distress.
The calling wolves in the distance
Echoes from outside the door. So
Dark, it seems. It’s just you and me.
Me, with my nightmares and
Haunting memories. You, with your
Mirror, checking for anything out of
Place. We are quite the company for
Each other. Sin babbles like a brook.
I am quite the harbinger of bad news.
If only there was a solution for my
Emptiness and headaches. Try a hat
On for size. It squeezes the scalp,
Traps heat, leaves a red mark on the
Forehead and hair sticking up. Such a
Waste. So many tears in your jar.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 