Rain

The man in blue waves 
Asks for shoes you can wear in the rain
We put cement in our boots
Jump in puddles

Watch me dance outside in my imaginary sun
My hair silver
Your bones gold
Simple ghosts
Blinded on a mission

I will clear our history
Like scraping toast off butter
Heave-ho reality down the drain
Catch it in our fingers
Such a funny game
It dribbles down arms 
Filthy as wax
On a blood night

I cannot reach me

We will catch flies
Eat them for tea
Do you see the blue bottles
Such a funny game

We will rub honey in our skin
Light a candle
Scale a hill
Check for ragged flesh

check
check
dripping 
down

Catch our soul in an umbrella 
Wrap our dreams up in a cape

The man in blue waves 
Asks for shoes you can wear in the rain
We put cement in our boots
Jump in puddles

I think he was 
Check
Check
Checking
On me

Such a funny game.