It's raining slow romantics
in a daytime nighttime anytime haze
you can rap the blues
if you wear soft shoes
because nothing beats the boredom better
than standing in the rain
and getter wetter
and you can dream of the day that you devolve
into a puddle
or a poet
or a soft, bouncy piece of rubber
as you know, we are all evolving into plastic
It's pouring slow romantics
nine days out of ten, they're out of sight
but when they kiss the sky,
they come dancing down
nice, he says,
an interesting concept
but then, it's never too late to become an obedient dog
don't you think?
- June 13, 1985, A.D.
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