Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Rust

drip.
drip.
pulse.
stop.
Beat
and break
and burn the bosh.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drop.
Drink
and drank
and drunk
and drought.
Nothing's here.
Nothing rot.
Dripped
and dripped
and dripped
and down.
Where it's left,
it's rusted on.
Dripped out red
and dripped beyond.
Dripping something
past what's gone.
Pulsing,
beating,
all died down.
Now it's only
you
that's gone.

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