party in my brain
party in my brain
when will it rain like it did in April
and birth diamond sprouts flowering out of the sepia brown soil
and streamers will streamer down from the ceilings of my brain
like when it rained like it did in April
when you were resting on my couch's arms instead of mine
and wondering why smoke feels so good to the lungs that should detest it
and its ash and embers excite cells that had laid latent in crevices unknown
untill the moment it rained like it rained in April
like a party in my brain
party in my brain
and balloons ballooning like they do in the arms of grandpas in parks with
little boys in overalls and white sneakers and white socks
and a white tee shirt under his denim overalls that all the grandpas bought
even though it was raining he put up his umbrella and got in his car
and drove to the store because he was thinking of you
but you are not a grandson and he is not a grandpa and you are not his favorite word to tell others about when he meets them at the grocery store
in the bread isle where there could never exist a
party in my brain
party in my brain
like the day it rained in April
several months before you left and never explained why you left that molding mango in my refrigerador you punk.
