The giving

The Giving
The Letting of
Pressure will fill
And The heat
Will soon set in
The uniform
stretching me
sealing me over
But it stays
Built in
Let me sit
The return
Will be great
If you are diligent


The day I discovered
it standing there,
looking at me
hello there,
and to my hand
it never left

Then travelling
I saw a dripping tub faucet,
a nose dripping
I was watching the water
drip slowly off a roof
of melting snow
I waited to discover
what other vision
a hypocritical banging
a twisting of that cord
I saw a black dirty shiny mask
with a mouth of a black dog
madly barking
teeth of crevices so tight and sharp
A room full of smoking
would help me overcome this
that worn carpet
that projection television
that got you feeling
its back
and it would keep me searching
for The book