with the windows open
the rain sounds kind of like
a pretty girl
whispering
in my ear
if a pretty girl could speak
rain.

the only ? is
would it sound like that
if i was out in it
cold
in a place like
vietnam war
umbrellasless
windowless
pantsless?

yes, some things are always Holy,
even if they Murder you.

no, Nature wants you to die,
storms are its White Blood Cells,
in a place like vietnam war
you would catch on. clouds are showerheads,
under which the earth bends in attempts
to wash you off.

maybe, THE MIND IS ITS OWN PLACE
and in itself
can make a heaven of hell
and a vietnam war of
a pretty girl
whispering?

metaphors comparing anything to war get on my
nerves
because leave war
out of it?
UNLESS YOU'VE BEEN TO ANY I GUESS.
YOU JUST FEEL GUILTY BECUZ YOU NEVER SERVED, JEFF.
i don't know.
THE SEXES ARE AT WAR.
not getting laid is my war of 1812.
it's raining.