Rain tattoos the tin
Roof in a bossy ratta-tat-tat
Like the shotgun that hangs
On the wall
In the darkness I lie
Eyes open, every
Cell and fiber listening
For the footsteps in the rain
Rain that tattoos the tin
Roof in a bossy ratta-tat-tat
Like the shotgun that rests
In my hands
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PoetryI am a stargazer, Tracing constellations Through galaxies of free floating thought, Distilling the contents of my scattered mind Into clearer images, And painting them across the insides Of my night-dark eyelids. ~~~~~~~~~~ HIGHEST RANK: #118 (6/20...
