Words wash up
on me
Sounds towel off
i hear
Things juxtapose
themselves
What would you do
i gasp
at the temerity
beaching itself
while i
race by

do instigate
something
they say

I just
write on
it

What do you think
when your brain
is filled with ink

un-spilled and
repeatedly
and often refilled

and your thoughts
are ought's and
naught unsought

oh i am wrought
to choose which thunk
to call a thought

reason Faught
and knowing flunks
having praised a skunk

When was
the last time
I paid water

enveloping
water

I'd like
to make you
wet

Some dry things
like me
poetry-ing on

divining for
splashes back
sprinkles even

or most
dreamed of
a tear

I don't have time
to slow down
let me repeat

Making seconds
flavorful
chef

of right now
and i mean
to mean

something and
that's
pernicious

whilst surfing
momentous
achievements

albeit frivolously
with assonance
and discernment

This shade of nothing
i own
have staked out
as my own

i'm sure its value
has grown
since buying it
with a loan

indistinguishable
i've shown
from top brands
of alone

i'd so call you 'bout
your tone
reading in
trombone

wah wah wah ahhAhaa
so blown
all these notes
i've sown