It's raining outside right now. It's raining.
It's beating down the dust on silent pavements.
I waited you to come the day before.
Today I've realized it was bedevilment.

I've realized it when I saw your smile
In raindrops, flowing down the window,
Your pretty eye wrinkles, so tremulous and soft,
And you in whole, so false and so ridiculous.

Waiting for you, alas, is not my lot.
No yesterday or next day, and no later.
I hate the rain today! I really hate the rain!
There's so much pain in it. I stop to be a waiter.

When I sit alone,
Someone will ask, “Can I use this chair?”
Then carry it to another table
To laugh with friends over there—
Leaving me, still and silent,
Closed off like a clam.

i guess i got you man that's gotta count for SOMETHING

The delicacy,
that is a woman.

Soft as silk,
sweet like red wine,
tastes of fruitful fertility—
a dish so rare.

Why does no one care im dying?
Do they not realize?
Do they not see?
My hair is falling out
My hands are shaking
Maybe they don’t hear the cries
Maybe they don’t feel my cold hands and feet
My stomach growls louder
My mind is fuzzy
Can they not notice my baggy clothes
Can they not listen to my whines
The doctors don’t care that I’m dying
They can’t even tell me why
The doctors don’t care that I’m dying
They’ll just take their money from my grave

There is a beauty
in summer
in the warm winds
caressing your hair

There is a beauty
in sunshine

In endless days
slumbering by
reading Derek Walcott
and Charles Baudelaire.

There is a happiness
in summer
of bright skies
and ice cream parlors.

of fond memories
and fonder friends

For the joys of summer
are never truly forgotten.