I Cannot Follow

On flew the bird,
Through bullets
Of rain.
Heavy and fat, on
Tiny bone and wing
Should snap.
Fierce drops try to hammer
Fragile life
To the ground.

Unchanged, and elegant,
On she flies.

While I,
Am weighed down.
A thousand cold kisses
Have forced me
To stop.


Just One More

Blood red
Deep and biting
Go straight to my head
Warm and spicy
Promises of a better tomorrow
Hold my hand, no more
Will sorrow ever find me
While the red liquid runs
And I cannot see
The bottom.