My Ineffable, Praying for the Rain

To live a raw, dry life

Empty basements of dreams

Reverberating in the cave of mind

Déjà vu plethora

The rogue intellect of a generative X

With a kiss and open arms

But the lack of an embrace

Did thee feel the strings of thy history unraveling?

And did thee speak of spirits

Having carried them too far into the desert

To usher them back alive?

And so left to die

In a reality of one’s own creation

A crisis of pretension

And the dreadful mime of positivity

Speaking of the other shore

Like one day it would materialize

No matter a life cut short

And as if the universe were unfolding as it should

And time would take its course

No matter thy intentions

A flat taste would settle on the sparkling

Of stars in the world weary black

Still the abyss bearing passions to their source

Out damn light

You make my eyes darker

Sometimes the days just turn into nights

And I like to shine in your absence

Praying for a light rain

To freshen the scent of summer

The apathy of cold fronts

Promising a shower on the horizon

And stirring up the winds

The birds flew on

As we kept walking towards the sunset

Hoping to catch the light we’d cast away

It’s strange how the ships move

Before the noir comes around

We couldn’t hold on

No matter how bitter we’d fight

A full shade, day in and day out

Solemn, silent and intuited

We’d found the mirrors of our souls

And shattered them with passing hooks

So that we might need not be seen in our vanity

So as not to disturb the process flow

With glances of awareness

’Las the river was lifeless

In the strained furrows of the psyche

And the corporate soul fell limp
In the exhaustion of its progression

The procession carried on

In the ways of the desert

The methodical calculation

Of each footing in the riverbed

Dry and holy and dreaming of the water

Yes praying for the rain

Though the dreams more necessary to the wanderings

Than all the rains of heaven

Would wash away their truth

Tearing to pieces the acculturating contracts

One line at a time

And blurring the enumeration of personhood

With the method of its own

As in the sleepy dust of reasonable life

You can survive

Even all fronts empty

At last the illusion of moving forward

Was enclosed in its cliché

Even so

Once upon a high

I flew to the heavens

On a dreamcatcher’s wings

And a light rain batted my eyelashes

Moistened my lips

With a kiss and open arms

I want a travelling companion

Someone to shadow the pain with

As life is not suffering if we cover it up

If we dress it nice

Otherwise

In the light

You ain’t got nothin’

And your life was just a lie

And I devoured it

I love the aftertaste of truth

And so I pray for rain

To cover up the sun

In order my eyes might shine by day

No longer bear the burden of proof


Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com