Saturday, February 25, 2012

It's frustration
To feel words pile up
Like river logs
Then turn and slip
Away
All eels and mud
Anytime I put
A finger on them.
But the water
Seems damned forever

No comments:

On being inside time

I lose myself inside today Rattling against walls  Smooth unmarked unyeilding With the futility of  An unwatched clock Today is much too vas...