I Married The Night To The Rain by Jeremy Szuder

 I Married The Night To The Rain

And to the ivory curtains drawn

And this glass half full before me,

finally laying across the bones

of freeway spinal columns back home.

I let the lapse of time and moisture,

the sound of tires over rivulets

wash like waves at dark beaches

up onto the steps of my ears

As I holed up like warm static,

like sweaters of camel hair

shoved into donation bins by

meek and selfless hands from

the abyss

of my cranial apartment on 

the very top floor of it all.

With every fresh swallow from glass

and the berry by which it resides

I grasp for the hands of both

midnights madness and winters 

freakshow drizzles and with 

soft and surgical precision

I unified them both together

It was in essence, in the 

truest spirit of those canyons

and highlands alike- a wedding

of grand proportions;

With paper mache lanterns hung

With stained glass hummingbirds

vibrating

With beautiful butter cream 

blankets of prismatic sugar

covering the dance floor,

making my teeth hurt and my

cholesterol levels boil up to

new and outstanding highs.