Outside my window
the world is wet.
this reminds me of something.
what it is?
I do not know.
It is something that has taste
and color
and shape
but no name.
such is life.
falling from heaven to earth.

the sound is like life
a tiny parade
the smell is like life
damp and sordid
the shape is like life
falling fast
to fast perhaps
falling in love
or falling into the bottle
watching the minutes
fall away from the clock
gathering after falling
finding a new home
not being alone
then drying up again
what does that mean?

what does that mean?