Sexing Rain

as I'm walking home
there are animals crawling up my body
as far as my head

I am a pearl
and their shape is uncertain.

my head is full of animals
showers
showers
showers
they begin in thunderstorms and thunderstorms eat them.

very very wet -
blurring -
messing colors -
there are pictures of a milk spread hollow
galaxy filled with water

everything is liquid
(bird is liquid gravity is
pompously pounding against china skin
mistook for windowpane
senile trees sky forsaken reproductive force
rainbows swallowed now digesting in jaws of
blades of glass are veins and graping groping
no bottles filled with salty clap of ungraspable fucking
instead of a ruler there's an overflow of semas in the semasphere
pamphlets of pores the process of unification
concert is liquid body is liquid soul is liquid
losing face in the process of losery
soaked with waggon loads of intuition
racking pouring breaking over bleeding dashing over me)

I am a drop of an animal
(ready to face anything)