Dreambuckets

[Pseudomuse]

another e.e. cumming's inspired piece. PM. its revised.

Dreambuckets

We are dreambuckets catching the spring rain
	wanting more than we’re given
	savoring the sweet taste
	cleansing out nakedness
We are dreambuckets that you 
        drop your loose change in 
        and weathered fantasies
        when you grow tired
We are dreambuckets filled to the brim
	with mangled yesterdays and
	promises of sand
We are dreambuckets slowly
	rusting orange-red and saffron in the dewlight
	running after “last call” and “time’s up”<br>We are dreambuckets left in
	the corner forgotten after 
        our brief use

        never to be touched again
      

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[Queen of Rain]

oh my god... like i usually dislike the style of repeating a sentence like that throughout a poem... but this poem was sooo good.. like the methaphor comes through so well adn its so unique and amazing!!!