Long Urbanrain Poems
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He step off the plane, his own plane, twin-engine Learjet,
The rain runs off his flat-brim as he glances up at the sky, the clouds
And with a glance at his wrist watch he follows his escort, ignoring the camera and lightning flashes,
since he can hardly tell the difference anymore
His representative shoos the 'razzi away,
And he wipes the rain from his sunglasses
realising he really doesn't need them but would die for fashion
He hates how his wet jeans stick to his shins as he scuffs his Piloti shoes on the airport's carpets,
someone tries to get an autograph but can't make eye-contact with him
He casts and apologetic glance backward to his fan, and she will never forget the glance he forgets a second later
He clinks with the chains on his neck and at his belt and at his wrists colliding,
Securtiy watches him curiously,
some knowing who he is, some vaguely aware,
and he smiles, knowing that once he's done they'll know his face,
the one pinned up on walls everywhere, on newspapers, magazines,
The face with the chocolate skin, vanilla teeth and sensual eyes,
He absently adjusts his A-Town hat as he gets into his Murcielago,
His bull Lamborghini humming lovingly under his touch,
Paparazzi left behind, security saying the crowd needs to disperse, fans enthusiastically shouting "I love you!"
He wonders how his kids back home are faring,
daddy's always gone,
and mama always misses him so much,
He finds his phone and calls home
one hand on six-hundred thousand dollars worth of car
another on the ohone with the priceless sound of his children back home.
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The sky is Western Covered sky dark for half the canopy is covered up the smell of rain
filters down some conflicting with the surroundings the landscaping the hey fever springing
here nearby. The birds were swimming in the sky the western sky with wings folded they
glide then extend the wings again then fold them back confused by the wind in western sky.
They glide then fly then glide. The poet however must walk than lamely then halting lame he
walks under the western sky rain never falls but clouds roll out of the valley walls but back
they come as poet walks. He walks and as he limps along he notices them the gliding flying
birds are gone.