awake to the deluge

na.

wake to the sound

the flood outside

the darkness pouring through

the window cracks

the crow caws it

looks for a place to

rest its weary head &

the worms frequent

the slick asphalt

where dirt, debris, s**t,

garbage &

the only real semblance

of justice flows

just beneath us all

as something

wonderful

that

we

can

never

get

to.