Thursday, February 18, 2010

clearly a mumble

leaky faucet my pen drips rust colored ink viscous and patterned with coffee grounds staining the sink

miserable wrench yanked through corroded crumble tap yawned no floody purification just coughing up empty reservoir remains

seeking new source not collected in compile all there or not but scattered to scavenge

condensation on the mirror sponged and saved frost on the window scraped and stored sweat on my skin soaked and preserved breath in the air fleetingly frozen captured and cupped one swig of water left in the glass. siphoned. stolen. mine.

drop and dribble into my jar clearly mixed ink for this quill

cap it don't spill