Showers - Poem by jerome moore
I ride downtown in the rain
That deafening rain
dynamite in my empty head.
every black pool in the asphalt
rapping like a haunt outside my door.
soaked in the rains tremendous rains.
water soaked in my eyes, in my shoes, in my ass crack
I rode with it at times thinking 'this will be my shower'
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