RAIN POEM
the rain beats a rhythm
against the windshield
the wipers flail helplessly
like a fish out of water
demons to the left of me
demons to the right of me
demons in front of me
demons in back of me
my brain a barbecue pit
feeds on the rolling thunder
spits out bits and pieces of poems
words of emptiness words of despair
shadow creatures lay mutilated
in nearby ditches.
a Highway Patrol car speeds past me
red lights spinning
the sky black as an undertaker’s tuxedo
Pris Campbell says
Good poem! I love Al Winans’ writing.
W.K. Stratton says
Great poem!