This morning the rain fell and I
Shivered my right
Eye
Open.
Then the left one; I awoke
As the rain fell.
In each droplet was a poem
Of debris from the night
Fight
Done.
And I Googled the result
And the rain fell.
Puddles formed, reflecting the slate
Roof soul sucked sky
Aye,
Then
I sent Chrome off to Facebook
Whilst the rain fell.
Rage, rock-gnarled, piss-twist thistle rage
Everywhere: social media fire
Ire
Sprung.
How did this happen? Who made it happen?
Who made the rain fall?
Not I: the mournful cry on page after page
Update, helpless teary fight
Tight
Run.
Where hide these selfish evil fools
In this rainfall?
But Facebook is not life, it is a cage,
A strait-jacket willingly worn
For
Form.
A padded cell - with friends - in which to hide
Whilst the rain -
The rain -
Falls.
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