[magnificent]

in the twilight hours dream can I
seal the lavender factory in 3
feet of solid good intention pleas...
in silence...
in sadness...
in gods name, we must...
blame it all on that Big Yellow Bird in
that goddamn Hippie bus
he tried to make us learn something until I taught that bitch how to rotisserie
Hehehe!
alls well that ends up...
Well done!

[not a word]

...he cries out with his eyes red from tears, hidden now by the rain. And the rain coming down is the only sound, that and this old creaking house. It's groans & it grumbles, like his stomach, before it too gets humbled, falls silent at last. The sound of the rain reigns supreme once again...still no reply to his heart wrenching cry. Just the rain, & the house, & breathing out loud...