Learn About Rain
by Dixon LaRue 

The rain falls wet like
sloppery skittles
from the mouth of a
stupid dog.

The beautiful rain,
it coats the trees
like sex lubricant.
But that’s where
the rivers come from.

The rain slides down the trees
like sweat down the crack of your ass
and puddles on the ground
where a child could drown
if it were sleeping or hog-tied
or just plain stupid.

Those puddles slink
across the soil like creeping
wet things
to form creeks,
which conspire to form streams
which fuck together into rivers.

Rivers are like a freeway
of water drops,
all the drops cutting each
other off
and screaming profanely.
You can hear them.

But it’s not like a freeway
because ducks can’t float
on the freeway
or logs or alligators
with frogs on their backs.
Quick! Jump in the hole with the fly!
Where frog sex can occur
and the bonus round is secured.

The rain fills up the ocean and lakes,
but in the roundabout way,
like a drunk peeing on the wall,
instead of in the dixie cup you gave him.
Nature is like that dirty drunk.
That is the lesson.

The Color of My Blade Is Chartreuse
Who can compare the green of a sunset to the gray of a ham? Or the scarlet water that trickles down, very nearly without a sound, as the brown sky spans overhead… Have truer words been said?

Mom
One of these days I will have a million dollars one of these days I will have a house on the hill one of these days mom will need money for medicine or clothes or food or shoes or walkers or old people things

Party Bus
Vincent Van Gogh, where did you go? If you’d have just waited for me I’d have been your buddy. We could have got sandwiches and drove around in my van. That would’ve been pretty fun, sorry you missed it man.