The Salted Snail

Morning came again
Bringing with it the past’s confetti
Raining down and sticking
To damp skin



You were there before me
Arms outstretch in the sky’s rain
Your mind set in thick glass
An aquarium of pounding colours
You never shed a tear
Or spared a tuff of white
For the empty patch of sky
Above my head
Keeping me dry of rain
Drinking from splashed water
And dirty puddles



Of thundersongs
You drank deeply and unnecassarily
Robbing my insanity
As your mouth opens and closes
Bringing forth no words nor sound
Just intermittent clicks
Like those of an ever rotating hamster wheel
You tranced me into
an insane raindance
where I was too hopeful to stop and cry



He just watched, that far seeing boy
As I stand below blue emptiness
He only stared, clutching
A string attached to a mobile raincloud
His rheumy feelings were faint
As he stared and stared

I wish upon a bolt of lightning
So as might it would strike him
And recharge his cold heart



Night creeped and pounced
The young tree clutched
at the silhouette dress
of a fat moon
My story has to be left hanging
However intricate and over bearing
Like a snail shell
A swirling gigantus
On my back
So I can drag it along
Leaving deep tracks
Tempting other predators
Who hungered for pain
of this magnitude.