consonantberry

Drips Sink the Tap

In Poetry on April 5, 2012 at 10:10 pm

Drips sink the tap
Turned closed but
Not quite a pinch
Crowds through each
Molecule stampedes
The unsealed crack
A whip of towel
Soaked poolside
Fun and summer
Cancer drips
Still lotions no
Spray your tan
My paste their
Eyes can feast
My speedo pale
Stretch marks

I’m a glorious white glow worm
On a fish hook dangler of Yum

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