the rain strikes

the rain strikes
on the grill
the metallic thud
in the still heart
of a bleak
and stormy evening

a melancholic
back beat
jazzlike in
smoky effusiveness
as my anxious heart
plays a xylophonic
symphony upon
my rattling ribs

held hostage by
effervescent depressions
coaxing prismatic
odes to dire longing
in haunted wisps
to coalesce in atrophied
ventricular prisons of
pained dismissals

the rain strikes
concentric circles drift
in metallic thuds
in sheer synchronicity
with the tears dripping
icicles in the rain
plucking chill dissociations

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