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.
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 10:45 AM UTC
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.
