it rains diamonds in Neptune.
But you’re not there.
it can rain for as long as it should
but the drops on your skin
will always be more.
The mind comes like Neptune – Blue.
Like the sea in your hair.
Fuck it, I miss you as the rain
falls on your terrace & you get cold.
“A piece of Amelia Earhart’s plane
They can find all of it
I have found you.
9th of the 11th, 2014
*a slam written during one of the 30-minute breaks that the corporate war machine allows.