in this land of palm trees and slugbugs, cocoa mugs and baby tees

and it's raining on a friday
people walk through the splish splash
and jump and run and dash
to avoid these jokes the angels play

windshield wipers back and forth
gotta see gotta go gotta make it there
in time
everybody's going going going
and all i wanna do is

stop.
and listen

and feel these teardrops from the sky
touch my chest and
i am aware of the thu-dunk thu-dunk my heartbeat makes

in a gray and misty day-time melody
i am caught up in this rhapsody
and i grasp tight and hold on to the sublimity
of this gift we call
mortality