I know you probably make it rain.
Each field and streaked window has to be taught on its own
How to be drenched--
The downpour comically
Mimicked by some crickets and
Stiff sabers of grass.
I know, I eat from your wet hands--
even dirt. And
When I lay my ear alongside it, the city stands back,
as if expecting to learn
Name That Trauma:: Murphy T. L. on a Dark Haired Idol Worshiper - Ok. This would have been in late August/early September of 1985. I was living in Bradenton, FL, and WTOG would show movies on Saturday afternoons featuring...
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