My hometown
You used to tell me
You only loved my town
When it poured it down.
You used to love
Counting all the drops
That would dangle
Off my roof
Once it stopped
Like it had a mind
Of it’s own.
At leafs clinging
Onto the old tree in my garden
And count their lines
Like veins on hands
Which also dripped off
The nearby bus shelter
Over people’s hats.
That hovered by the airport
Like portals of doom
And people running
Down the tunnels from the planes
As the rain show down at them
With a vicious push.
Right up until you were gone
And the rain
Carried on saluting puzzled
As I was left
To march back home
Leaving me feeling
Like I had just kissed chaos.
Andy N
Thu 1st Sep 2011 13:20
Thanks to all for their comments here.. The piece certainly is a bit of a rough diamond and will certainly get amended.
For those interested it is a piece about where I live in Stretford... x