So nice the rain
Thousands of footsteps on my skylight,
A million tiny knocks against my windows,
The endless swift patter on the road.
The quiet dripping of a leaking down pipe.
So nice the rain,
The weeds in my yard rejoice,
As they throw themselves at the sky,
In their haste to grow.
So nice the rain.
Big steps,
From little feet,
Shouts of joy,
As puddles splash,
Nine year olds again.












A poem about heroin by my brother Mark.
One Eye
One eye seek’s out soft sweet flesh,
One eye spit’s out lingering death,
One eye doesn’t care about me or you,
One eye doesn’t cry or go boo hoo.

One eye like’s you,
It likes you near,
Pick up one eye,
Have no fear,
See it’s life blood,
Nice and clear,

One eye is long,
Trim and neat,
One eye is honest,
It know’s not deceit,
Come and take one eye,
Push it in,
Go on go on,
It’s not a sin,
To want to die,
To scream and cry,
And crave yourself to death,

Listen to the nice man on the street,
The first few is free,
Till you’re on your feet,
Then you’ll pay and pay,
You’ll hate the day,
That you let one eye in,
Ah yes, One eye’s your friend,
Right to the end,
When they find you with your eye’s so wide,
When they find you on the day you died,
With one eye in your arm.
M.D.B 6/4/98