it’s raining on me, from above – Poem by P Chatelain

Dark Unknown by P Chatelain

it’s raining on me, from above

the clouds come out whenever doubt’s around to drown hopes. 
unhollow throats, frozen tongues somebody’s choking us.
just because the centerfolds never hold a stare long enough
to see if something’s there because they don’t care.
I care enough for the both of us.
subtle hope then come to note
the reality is up in smoke,
a disastrous joke.
I smile after, though.
because like a pastors hope
I bet my life on what comes after. no–
I live my life for what comes after, so
I’m done standing open-mouthed
under the hopeless clouds choking out my life
because of those amounts. I buy a week of life at a time,
but it’s worth much more than what I get it for.

Author: Mr. Phillipe

Phillipe Martin Chatelain / @uptownvoice / Phillipe is the Managing Editor of In Parentheses. He is a poet from New York City with a Masters Degree in Poetry from The New School. He writes as someone in the tradition of the urban troubadour or the flaneur–wandering, taking notes. He believes that poetry of our generation has taken on a much more digital definition. Furthermore, it is important for New Modernist writers like those exhibited in In Parentheses Literary Magazine to assume the forms of media available in order to carry on the history of Sublime Art. His series taking shots alone was self-published in 2012-2015. The self-published collection FACETS (2019) is now available.

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