Lightning flashes across the sky.
Cracking it open for a short while.
So bright! I’m blinded I can’t see!
I blink away the the weird shapes obscuring my vision.
They finally float away.
For a second I think I’m safe then… CRACK!
The thunder comes.
Yay! That’s my favourite part!
I jump in mock shock.
I love the drums!
After all I’m a fan of rock!
That’s why I lose the game a lot.
I’m always choosing bloody rock…
As if it lives, I just called it “bloody”.
It must be iron that’s why it’s ruddy…
My best friend, my only buddy.
Tell me to stop now. (Referring to myself?)
This stream of thought is unhealthy.
It’s poison don’t you see?
An endless flow of words tumbling over,
Like a waterfall, trailing into the deep.
I’m dry for days, then suddenly – I gush out!
I can’t stop speaking!
You just want me to shut up.
So I do.
We don’t care about your money.
It’s only a bonus if you’re funny.
Our only goal is to keep you healthy.
We will love you unconditionally.
Why? Well… because we are family.
I think about you constantly.
You’re in my head incessantly.
Thoughts of you – necessity.
I know now that certainly,
You will be the end of me.
The water’s wet. (duh)
Lightning flashes, thunder crashes,
Damp’s stuck to lashes.
Bolt hits, I’m shook – courage burnt to ashes.
I splash about.
Rainwater is my drug.
I’m soaked in it.
I’m soaking wet.
I’m so clean – wait!
I make a scene. I jump round in deep puddles.
I’m glad I’m clean! Now I’m blowing spit bubbles.
I try to cuddle with strangers and with strange men.
Yes, when I’m in the rain I feel ten again.
My clothes are dripping wet.
It is all sweat.
London – the latest desert.
I feel the heat.
I must repeat.
I feel the heat.
It’s really hot in London right now, relatively speaking at least. I am sure you can tell from the contents of the piece above. I am not overjoyed by the quality but written in one go with the revision of one line I am quite content, for now.
It only came to me when I was on the second “stanza” but I decided to reduce the number of words (exception the second stanza as “the heat” and “repeat” are of equal length phonetically) with each new stanza to indicate decreasing thought capability as the day goes on.
It also rhymes and that makes me very happy.