embrace me in your gentle rain again

whenever i come back, the air on railroad is making the same sounds.
we peered through the windows...
new bottoms on barstools but the people remain the same,
with prices inflating.

passing through unconscious streets when i awoke i was on the highway highway
with your hand on my shoulders a meaningless movement a moviescript ending
and the patrons are leaving leaving.

now we all know the words were true in the sappiest songs
i'll put them to bed, but they won't sleep
they're just shuffling the sheets


they toss
and turn
you can't begin to get it back!

rubie stone at 6:40 PM, 3 microdots