FridayRain

You meant the world to me once long ago, And though our lives no longer bear the time For us to climb into the sky and throw Another stone to know we are still there, I turn my stare to thoughts that blur in mist And shake my fist with hope for you to see That need for me inside your life exists Must once again resist the mystery Of why it is we keep apart and fade Into the shade each time we try again To hug and grin and laugh and kiss and trade Grenades that ache beneath our weary skin. We climb and stand upon such brittle leaves, To only cut the stems and feel like thieves.

Too much becomes the world: darkness swirls between iris and lid, between ceiling and nose, to spinning floor below head, back, knuckles, knees. Rectangle glow around the door: this eclipse should be overlooked, for the black presses against the light knocking on behalf of the world. Songs flow freely without rhythm: strings curl around the ear and linger, legato piano soothes the air so the muddled mind can breathe. Memory plays dreams in a daze: a soot-covered mind stains each cloud it searches, for a flawless complement to empty sheets. Miles higher it's amazingly black: a second dream to erase the stars, to darken space

We rise like flames, disperse and mate like words to paper, cling to lights to pass our lives. We thousands fall, float and scatter like ink from pen, beckon waves to cluster, lap the shore. Evening comes-- we cease and pile our bodies.

       It starts at 2:30pm every day, but really there's no beginning to end. You just take over for the brave souls who work the shift before you. After swiping your badge at the gate to the four-story, double-tiered parking garage, you ascend to its roof. You have a choice to make, depending on whether or not you're running late. Usually, you're running late, so you take the stairs since the elevators are a disgrace within the faster elevator community. When you reach the first floor, you come to the hospital entrance. And, like the pitiful elevators, the first set of automatic emergency room doors inch open. As you walk through them on you