Throwing old logs into the pit
water nothing burns
out efficiency
and the speed of mistaken
identity
More hours creeping
soon more and more drainage
green floating on tension
look back empty trailer
full of diapers
and the mystery deepens
although missed is attentiveness
crowned leader
and self appointed fool
bottom of drainage pit
detritus
and grey hair covered by black sweatshirt
oh the riddle's pure
and the words are rolling
falling away at toe cracked
seas of unconscious talk
moved along like diamond pace
sparkle
drain
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
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