Wednesday, May 19, 2010

poem of the day 05.19.10

constipated

constipated
in the pale doom of dawn

i hear a toilet flush
from three floors up

and i think

all of that rushing water
is probably driving
someone mad

at this early hour

1 comment:

  1. I dig it man...
    reminds me of an old boyfriend, poor bugger!

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