The Rain, The Stars, and The Scrotum

The Rain

With the blowing wind
Behind the windowpane
Reminds me of sad things
Of something that falls down
Of downfalls
Of lovefool’s
False love.

The stars
And the sparks they have
Are still too far to catch
The shooting?
That’s too fast to watch
Like the past she passed
And the scars
She carved.

The scrotum
Does form like the moon
Screw you when it’s gone
It’s life’s source’s room
But you wonder now alone
What’s up with this poem?

Heart’s ear just hears art.

credits: MLZGorion (author)


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