if some (i say,,, wayward soul)
should approach me
let me hide beneath a
heavy speaking rock
and the worms and things
keep comfort unto my soul
if this (what is it?)
is sometimes a fire
let the easy mouth render
water to quench the burning
desire for any explanation
— sometimes beauty is
the hidden voice
behind many words
AND the flower of my mouth
is dry: please wet it
with your thoughts!
:: 07-21-2015 ::
