#dribble
It wasn't just a spark
It was fire and it roared
It wasn't just a dribble
It was heavy rain that poured
Oct 26, 2021
Oct 26, 2021 at 3:44 AM UTC
The cold usurped the trees
I watch their children fall
filling up the wet street
winter forestalled with a cask
of alcohol
watch as the tip of his tongue
touches the roof of his mouth
whips down and spouts out
the reasons why we have
this drought
but its raining now
maybe something will grow
or a sea of spit
with rolling waves
will overflow
I told her I would try
to rekindle with him
stuck in cabin's twilight
sewing sinews of this
phantom limb
how does one talk
before they think
does he hear the words
that dribble into his
warm drink
then ascends as steam
back into that cavernous nose
to permeate his brain
and slowly seeps into
tattered clothes
this "vacation" will be over
but not soon enough
a couple more days
all I have to do is
avoid fisticuffs
no promises.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 9:01 AM UTC
Dig deep in the sand with a cupped shovel-hand
Until you come across a healthy source of water.
Scoop up what you see and let loose the soggy contents,
Let them dribble through a careful filter fist.
Slowly drip foundations and upon them start your fortress
Using steady streams of trickled dribs and drabs.
Stalagmites in hyperspeed form walls and lookout towers
With the damp bricks one by one constructing peaks.
Spectators of all sizes will collect and cast their gazes
But you must keep up the focused droplet swell.
Maiden battles can't be won and so the masterpiece will crumble
To the tide that forces motes to overflow.
Waves crash and reek their havoc on the castle that you managed
To build with will and manky dripping palms.
The sand on which it once stood will be flattened out and polished
To make way for a palace twice as grand.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 5:45 PM UTC