Night Walk
The lampposts drizzled,
they sizzled eclectic yellowness.
Magnetic moonbeams
appeared out of nowhere.
This is where I walked in the lightly lit rain,
those are my shoes walking behind me,
they have left marks in the wetness.
I see myself
as a radiologist might see,
there is a lot of emptiness
between the bones and organs.
I see were the sky seeps into my head,
where the rain thunders
inside a silent dome.
Where I took a walk
the path wriggled like a river soaked snake,
it made me hunch up,
it made me avoid the raindrops
by becoming them.
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