Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Now I Feel Bad

Now I Feel Bad

The water tries every day to speak to me
when I’m in the shower but I can’t hear it
usually One morning I hear a thought
but I didn’t think it It is a shapeless thought
An image Harp strings How some are red
That was the water It doesn’t work when
I try to listen But when I look at the mildew
I do know that this is the water’s art With diligence
I destroy it

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