May 9, 2010
melancholic melodies wander
to me and I
inhale their uncertainty.

they leave a bitter taste
in my mouth.
I try to rinse it clean

it casts grey the sky across
the landscape. the clouds sheet,
stretched across the sky like
ripping dough.

to fix, add water
one teaspoon at a time
until smooth.
there are not enough spoons.

painfully dry,
I abandon,

leave it dry, grey, bitter,

leave alone.

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