Their Water Is Tasteless
By razorlicious
a bland liquid, round and worldly not a crumb of dignity grass shredded, rotting through green rock as the softest pillow a dirty clarity, bitter and metal wire basket of feasts frozen sidewalk, dirt-packed cracks street corner as warmest bed mineral-induced, frail and worthless pigeon's breakfast is mother's milk brick walls thick, graffiti-filled home in a fabric bag Written June 10th, 2001 © on Jan 12 2002 02:51 PM PST 0 • 9
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"a bland liquid, round and worldly..."