EveryoneDeserves A Rainbow

I am feet on ground and air-staring,

stare-airing;

I wash and tumble and dry

before guano-flecked facade,

drenched winter water,

and sick-stain, damp.

Short of laughter - loose,

so leave me untethered,

ill of manner and dead-weathered.

Nausea paints no blue sky,

peace dusts my face with wind,

the autumn has shaken me

to my very core;

trees that cover pai...