Wednesday, August 16, 2006
all about trouble
trouble treasures me, pesters the ostrich,
floods every flat surface, and steals foxtails from the yard
trouble eats flies and covets kitties and out of her mouth drips
festive and frothy love soap that saturates over-protected underbellies
i wash my hands of trouble constantly only to find
a whiff of comfort that has stained again and again
i urge to love i also urge to rise a free player, anti-closer
pardon me while I contemplate desertion
# posted by kachen : 3:38 PM
