POEM: sulfurous water dripping
from the ceiling spilling
into an empty jar, |
Sulfurous water dripping from the ceiling spilling into an empty jar, Where some small insect waits not knowing the name I've given - makes me wonder what it's like to drown... what will become of the day when i'm gone and who will come out to play when i've gone who will sit under the tree when i'm gone to wait for salvation There are noises in the wall some sounds ask questions of other machines with rusty voices. The flaking paint I peel away at opens up a hole with no one inside, Just a rope and a bottle used to collect fuel and moisture, when the tears fall from cracks in the attic submerging any life left inside. I lost my left sandal can walk no longer; the way the world spins makes me uneasy and dizzy. I vomit now on your sandals so you take them off. Both of us stand idle, sightless and blinking, bathing in the stillness of our wordless thoughts. I sank one time into a very deep pit there was a diamond in the wall shining. I watched as dust began to cover it I touched it and it laughed. It was very dark in that pit and it was filled with diamonds. no time to play no time to drink no time to stare... Just stand and look and watch as the days walk by, never so much as saying goodbye. |