“A stucco of agony clothed her mind when she thought of having to go home to see her mother, a frail compound of maudlin substance. Someone shut the warm faucet in her body and she quaked in the wind. A man on his motorcycle tooted his horn and she heard a boy call his father a jerk.” PoetrySadnessTraumaFamily Relationships Book:Lonely Boy Blues Source: Lonely Boy Blues
“The sky belched. The thunder of one more belch cracked the dark morning and the air became clogged with the twisting speed of the rain that beat the streets in a unified tempo of a thousand small drums. Skinny walked slowly, slowly in the gutter. All of him, all of his possessions stuck out. One more clap of thunder stuttered insanely and Skinny scoffed at the scattering people and the mad hunt for shelter. Some huddled in doorways and some huddled under awnings and some made reluctant purchases for the franchise of being legitimate fugitives from the prison of the rain. Skinny and his big wet head was a flawless model for a tragic cartoon as the people fled from the streets and he just wandered in the gutter where the rain spilled over him and sucked his body.” PoetryRainThunderstorms Book:Lonely Boy Blues Source: Lonely Boy Blues