rain in midtown

Just outside Grand Central Station,
I am pushing through the crowds
Between the walls of glass and stone
below a sky that's free of clouds.

When on my cheek I feel a drop,
away, I wipe it like a hair,
look in puzzlement at the sky
and continue on to Pershing Square.

I feel another droplet fall,
hit cold and wet upon my arm
like icy little pins they start
and each one fills me with alarm.

The sky still far and clear and blue
reflects its light on mirrored tower.
No one is reaching for umbrellas
in preparation for the coming shower.

Along Madison Avenue
the rain begins to pour.
It soaks through my ivory blouse
and chills me to my very core.

But on the street, not one looks up,
their heads and clothes stay dry.
As puddles forms inside my shoes
bike messengers and business men go by.

My hair is sticking to my face.
Water is collecting by my feet.
Make-up is running from my eyes
as I turn right on 38th St.

The flood begins on the corner
when the streetlights change to red.
Waves of water rush past cabs
and splash into the traffic ahead.

The rainwater rises but no one cares.
They walk unfazed below the tide
as I choke on liquid, gasp for breath
praying for the waters to subside.

I struggle to hold to the building's side
As the waters continue to rise.
My fingers slip, I fall below,
hands reaching up to clear blue skies.

Below the surface, the water's cold
it's iciness numbs my fear.
I close my eyes to fall asleep.
I hope nobody finds me here.

Ballerina

Name a song
I’ll sing to it
in front of crowds or
just the room
but
while the records turning
and loneliness is singing
I think I am a ballerina
and I let the music
mold me, move
My limbs into graceful
arcs and coils

Name a song
I’ll play it
my fingers moves so
quickly cross the board
but
all I’ve ever wanted is
is to dance with poise
instead of clumsy plunking
Or cracking voice.
Let the melody control me,
while I dance alone.

Without, without you

Love, your love
the love that cripples me.
I cannot hope
No, no I cannot hope
for a life without, without your heart.

Touch, your touch
the only warmth I feel.
I cannot sense
No, no I cannot sense
My skin without, without you near.

Words, your words,
the narration to my world.
I cannot hear,
No, no, I cannot hear
My ears without, without your song.

Face, your face
The only art I need.
I cannot see
No, no I cannot see
My eyes without, without your sight.

Soul, your soul
the reflection of my whole,
I cannot imagine
No, no I cannot imagine
Happiness without, without your love.

Poison Rationality

In times like these, Fate chips me,
Whittles away my fortitude,
Bit by stubborn bit of self-resilience.
O, to learn what freedom is
And allow it to fall,
But I am too strong.
I curse my tight grip,
I rue my intensity,
And I hate my might.
Take back your burden!
I carry enough for ten,
Yet you push on more
When I still carry my own.
Doom, you are a cruel tyrant
And Fate, you are a blind lover.
Release me from my duty of strength,
That's leading me to hate.
I haven't known liberty
Since I've known life.
My stomach burns acid,
My heart aches blood and
My brain leaks poison rationality.
Too much, O please, too much.
I do not know what is worse:
The electric-dull pain
Or knowing I will be just fine
If only my eyes would cry.