Jehovah's Wet Dream

Jehovah’s Wet Dream

I
grew up
wet in the

north
woods, halfway
across the globe

from
Shrewsbury or
St. Etienne, but

still
a comfort
zone I’m told

for
those European
expatriates dwelling amongst

us.
Rain remains
my constant companion,

pummeling
the prairies,
spanking the concrete

of
byways and
domiciles, drooling like

dizzy
demigods, spattering
all shadows, breaking
them
up into
shimmering pixels before

partially
banishing and
disconnecting them from

the
feet and
baseline of those

things
solid enough
to cast one;

straight
down in
sheets, diagonally driven

into
windows, windshields
and naked eyes

that
dare to
face the downpour.

God
spitting, cascading
in clumps, beading

up
on waxen
hoods and slippery

metal,
running off
rooftops, gushing over

gutters,
passing loudly
through those rusty

metal
pores of
manhole covers, rushing

along
frightened curbs,
racing headlong toward

divers
maws of
thirsty street drains,

becoming
a hundred
rivulets dripping strong

from
puncheon porch
tops, weeping passionately,

copiously,
from the
tender undersides of

devil-
black low
clouds, spraying like

legions
of angels
pissing in rows;

forcing
those ghost
riders to crack

their
spectral whips
mocking thunder, and

seducing
the wind
wolves to howl,

joining
the morning’s
torrential Concert of

Aqueous—
followed by
a golden fanning,

opening
ribald like
a geisha’s thighs

a
marvelous sun
break, the dervish

dance
of a
hundred shards of

light,
twisting erotically
into a naked

embrace,
sunlight piercing
water drops, bursting

into
an orgasmic
swatch of juicy

rainbow,
arching its
lovemaking shoulders high

into
a brazen
display of raw

dazzling
colors, the
full spectrum of

stratospheric
ethereal sex,
seminally staining the

compliant
sky, right
there for all

to
see and
share, to marvel

and
smile at,
to be touched

by,
stroking hope
where only void

resided,
vibrating the
dewy lips of

rainy
mist, setting
up a throb,

a
Gregorian moment
when cupids purr,

and
the soaked
and satiated earth

sighs.


Glenn Buttkus February 2010

Listed as #23 over on Magpie Tales 62

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