The old man is beating
the bass drum, again:
rumba-dump! bam!
rumba-dump! bam!
upstairs, so far upstairs
his giant farts are steaming up
the sky . . .

We hide in vain
we’re already in the rain,
and if pollen mixes in
with that old yellow pain
that passes from Old Drain:
it’s really pissing down . . .

Please, no huge hail
old guy; no huge hail:
we have enough
obscenity in the mail
with ads from everyone
including places selling
stuff I’d never buy.
I don’t know why they try.

We live down here
at the bottom
of the greed chain
still trying what passes
for passing water
while it rains
in mortal pain again.

[This was written under the influence of Leonard Cohen’s latest collection: Book of Longing]

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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