To Begin to Collude with the Clouds

Clouds abound
outside the house.
They're taking count of
all your faults and
trying to rinse away regrets.
Get set to try to cleanse.
When things aren't making sense...
RAIN DANCE.

Gotta Kill the Pain

I hear the trains.
They cost something,
but you can scam a ride for free.

I hear the trains.
They go to places.
Lots of theres where I might rather be.

I hear the trains.
Memories mean something
and I can take them on the ride with me.

I hear the trains
when I'm sleeping.
They cry all night gaining speed.

 I hear the trains
ringing in my ears
but they always pass by poor old me.

Fleamerica

iBe.
Got feng shui in my den.
 Fleas ride on my pen
and then they fly away
to the cat suburbs and exurbs,
 because they'd rather not diversify.
They evolved a certain way,
so let's keep it that way:
Bloodsucking
in Fleamerica.