Petrichor!

You feel like rain
Slowly I push you
In, like a hypodermic
Needle, slow and carefully
We morph into one love

You look like rain,
I can only tolerate your
Stare long enough to
Complicate the ideas
Going through your head

the gods are pissing
and the gods are generous
the gods fix things,
everybody knows that good guys lose
and that fights are fixed


You smell of dry earth
The spell may be over,
But the fight will go on
Fixed or not
Everybody knows
That a naked woman’s
Kisses are complicated
Than that of a naked man’s

Petrichor!

Can you take it deep,
Let it go in deeper,

The gods are dancing
The gods are laughing
The gods fix things
The gods add you to their compost

Worm your way out of it
But don’t let the rain
Catch you cryin’

Don’t let the gods
See you laughing
The gods know everything
The gods are water
The gods are dry earth
The gods are faultfinding
The gods have diseases
The gods are cured
The gods have pains
The gods live in a queer street
The gods in vesuvian jam sessions
Make the dry earth smell just right.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Eddie Phillips]

This poem put you in a mythic and astral mindset. It was deeper then I expected. I liked the imagery of the piece.