the_spring_rain birdmad on the porch in my old steel chair cigarette on my lip the dog padding nervously back and forth, frustrated that he can't dig up the garden the harsh desert sun quickly giving way to the low, smoke colored clouds trailing tendrils of mist through the lower reaches of the sky like the funny blue jellyfish, the man-o-war. (the ones i see whenever i get around to Padre Island) there are lemons on the tree and the neighbours parakeets are agitated another pull from my beer bottle, another drag off my cigarette flick the ashes, little carcinogen snowflakes. the stormy air above. a moment longer. yeah. here it comes 010421 ... unhinged creating a blanket of haze over my heart like the halo of frizz that surrounds your head and i spent all day dodging the mud but you went home to other beds because sleep was more important 010422 ... crOwl young green is the color of the blood in my veins. i am the tree with feet for roots walking through the sea of soil, crying tears like dandelions. 040503 what's it to you? who go blather from