My hometown (New Poem)

You used to tell me

You only loved my town

When it poured it down.

You used to tell me

You used to love

Counting all the drops

That would dangle

Off my roof

Once it stopped

Like it had a mind

Of it’s own.


You used to love looking
At leafs clinging
Onto the old tree in my garden 

And count their lines

Like veins on hands

Which also dripped off

The nearby bus shelter

Over people’s hats.

You loved the black clouds
That hovered by the airport  

Like portals of doom

And people running 

Down the tunnels from the planes

As the rain show down at them

With a vicious push.


A vicious push,
Right up until you were gone 
And the rain 

Carried on saluting puzzled

As I was left

To march back home

Leaving me feeling

Like I had just kissed chaos.