Aug 2013
this morning, entrenched in slumber,
i dreamt of clammy hands on mics
as spoken word slipped like water
droplets from faucet formed lips.
i woke up,
and finished the poem aloud.
success.
i dreamt of clammy hands on mics
as spoken word slipped like water
droplets from faucet formed lips.
i woke up,
and finished the poem aloud.
success.
