jerome moore


Showers - Poem by jerome moore

I ride downtown in the rain
Homeward bound.
That deafening rain
dynamite in my empty head.
every black pool in the asphalt
rapping like a haunt outside my door.
soaked in the rains tremendous rains.

water soaked in my eyes, in my shoes, in my ass crack
I rode with it at times thinking 'this will be my shower'

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013


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