Hapless poetry 4

In the rain
In the rain
The raindrops tick
As they strike the grout
And shatter like plates
As they break the surface,
Clattering.

The eyes are tracing
Eyes like silhouettes,
The raindrops,
Contorting, retracing
Divergent paths like the limbs
Of dancing trees,
Tattered.

In the rain
In those eyes
Beneath the tickmarked
Pattering troughs
Lay heavy thoughts that soak
And rattle
Remittently.

Blind and tame
Beneath searing bright eyes
That tilt and gently glide--
A sight without seeing,
The rose of the line,
Strewn thoughtless and open
Like silhouettes against empty sky.

Branching arms, like veins
Lost behind the watercolored
Lakes, palpitating.
The raindrops.
The subtle percussion.
The eyelids blinking in time.

In the rain
In the rain,
In the frantic, the spattering--
When outlines no longer remain,
Cleansed by the rain
Against the rain
They collapse.