It started to rain today... Mist Rain.

Mist Rain's older brother laughs about him all the time.
-"Get a real job Mist Rain. Dad named you Mist because he knew you were going to be a little bitch when you got older."-

Did I mention that it started to rain today?

Not just any rain, but Mist Rain.



What a little bitch that Mist Rain is.

When I'm older, I hope I'm as cool as Elvis Costello.

Last night I dreamed that I was dreaming of you
And from a window across the lawn I watched you undress
Wearing your sunset of purple tightly woven around your hair
That rose in strangled ebony curls
Moving in a yellow bedroom light
The air is wet with sound
The faraway yelping of a wounded dog
And the ground is drinking a slow faucet leak
Your house is so soft and fading as it soaks the black summer heat
A light goes on and the door opens
And a yellow cat runs out on the stream of hall light and into the yard

A wooden cherry scent is faintly breathing the air
I hear your champagne laugh
You wear two lavender orchids
One in your hair and one on your hip
A string of yellow carnival lights comes on with the dusk
Circling the lake with a slowly dipping halo
And I hear a banjo tango

And you dance into the shadow of a black poplar tree
And I watched you as you disappeared
I watched you as you disappeared
I watched you as you disappeared
I watched you as you disappeared