It started out as a drip
and then it became a faucet
and then it became a leak
then finally, a sewer,
then finally, a lake.
I found your net it was
right by mine
where we left them wet
I soaked my head in gasoline
and set fire to the house I
never looked back
to see if you were surprised
I felt the bark under my new hand
and I felt the trees stop growing
acres of wasteland denied
Cleaning out the drains I had
fingers under my skin
that the world saw but I didn’t
Hope is water on the floor
a cup filled with glass
a vessel in itself
Jul 5, 2011
Jul 5, 2011 at 10:11 PM UTC
It started out as a drip
and then it became a faucet
and then it became a leak
then finally, a sewer,
then finally, a lake.
I found your net it was
right by mine
where we left them wet
I soaked my head in gasoline
and set fire to the house I
never looked back
to see if you were surprised
I felt the bark under my new hand
and I felt the trees stop growing
acres of wasteland denied
Cleaning out the drains I had
fingers under my skin
that the world saw but I didn’t
Hope is water on the floor
a cup filled with glass
a vessel in itself
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