Valery Gore Pouring Again
It's pouring againLike the day I came here
Pouring like your smile down onto acres
Of my mind
It's pouring, sore sam smelling like the
Bottom of a rain barrel
Sewer smelling like the gray of his hair
As I climb out of this city
Peel it off me, a thick layer
Of dirty skin
I will hold you and forget
This business of failure
This business of regret
Living in a district with all night bowling where there's
Lawn chairs to lounge in
Thinking ealry morning about how dirty the
world is
It's pouring again
My dress a dirty soggy mess
This is what I live for
