sloppy sky kiss

rainy day
splish splish
sky bowing low to greet us
give us a sloppy kiss
mmm

thoughts of vancouver swirling through my brain. standing in the rain, early early in my vancouver experience, the first time getting high on fine western weed. emerging from the smoky theatre, i stumbled and soared through the gritty backstreets of the downtown eastside-ish, just south of the hurly burly, but north yet of the shabby chic soon-to-be designed artist lofts. i stood under the dribbling sky on what some call the original skid row (for the skidding logs so much before this new skittish population) and watched the bus lumber toward me, slowly bobbing its lazy head up and down. and i could hear its voice, like an old doddering man, plodding through anecdote after anecdote, bobbing his head in appreciation of his archaic humour. it was a nice bus, nice bus.
that theatre's closed now. sad. i've seen too many theatricides, a thousand shakespearean tragedies shaking their fists at imperialists.