Take A Few Puffs Under the Rain

Take a few puffs under the rain
Have you smoked under the rain?
It makes you stupid
Pretentious, poetic?
Rain as it comes down
Splashing you with talent, or talent that’s hidden and suddenly a release of
A release of emotions and feelings
I sat on the bench in our dorms and I thought
Blocked everything for a moment, tried to see what came out
Pouring
Pun
Ha-ha
Rain sounds like water
Water in the showers which reminds me, like other things of him,
A shower which elevates thoughts
I’ve seen him
In showers
He takes some and I try not to think of seduction
Gay, fuck it, I did
Rain is still here, I’m still on the bench, wisps of murmurs encapsulate me in theme parks water parks
Another release of smoke, reminds me of cascading fog in the morning, or that one time I saw it as fog
In the night, steam, and I’m back to imagining
She would wait for me, an hour or so
Having antiquated conversations with my grandmother
I loved her for that, I love her for that
I loved my control over her
Her will was inducted to my spirit
Sex, magic or lovemaking
She would wait for me
I took another exhale as an exhale of my smoky American spirit
Nausea
Heartburn, upset stomach
Diarrhea
Another fake exhale of cigarette smoke
What is my American Spirit?
I’m smoking, or was smoking blacks
No American spirit
What is my American Spirit?
Am I dead emotionless?
Splash and I’m back to reality
Those murmurs become faint sounds
Those faint sounds, conversations
I love you
Open the door to the dorms
I love you
I’m here
stumbled to my friends dorm
Open this laptop and take a fake release of pondering fog.