Through that hole in the roof,
devoid of tar and shingle, I
drip.
From that shower head
that needs just a wrench twist, I
drip,
drip.
That patch on the driveway,
beneath the car, just tuned up, I
drip,
drip,
d r i p.
In the back of a dream,
that stirs us to wake, I
drip,
drip.
When that old dog only
gets older, sicker, I
drip,
drip.
Where nose ends and
cheeks turn into chin, I
drip.
On the counter top a bottle- tipped,
chipped. I can't recall, but I
drip,
drip.
Overflowing and fraught with guilt,
a kettle of doubt, one carelessly spilt, I
drip,
drip,
d r i p.
Jul 7, 2011
Jul 7, 2011 at 1:23 PM UTC
Through that hole in the roof,
devoid of tar and shingle, I
drip.
From that shower head
that needs just a wrench twist, I
drip,
drip.
That patch on the driveway,
beneath the car, just tuned up, I
drip,
drip,
d r i p.
In the back of a dream,
that stirs us to wake, I
drip,
drip.
When that old dog only
gets older, sicker, I
drip,
drip.
Where nose ends and
cheeks turn into chin, I
drip.
On the counter top a bottle- tipped,
chipped. I can't recall, but I
drip,
drip.
Overflowing and fraught with guilt,
a kettle of doubt, one carelessly spilt, I
drip,
drip,
d r i p.
revised slightly 11/2/11
