the drain has come unplugged in my slim silver pool of luck.
i am a knee-clutcher, warmth-hugger
reminiscing skinnier days in empty bathtubs
hanging behind when the water had gone,
eking wisps of steamy heat from empty porcelain.
cruel life! o luckless life,
what have i ever done to you?
godlike, elegant Life replies:
you think
these puddles of fortune come free?
4/3/10
12/10/08
Thanks for stopping by and for the nice comment. I enjoy the 'next blog' feature as well.
ReplyDeleteFor some reason your buttered crust post won't let me comment.
ReplyDeleteI really like it, though, the idea of it, and I like the way you express it.
(this one's good too. my own personal sanity puddles dried up about a month and a half ago. wheee!)