Monday, August 01, 2005


But don't pour.
Engagements never last.
What does? Knocks.
Stomach aches and on doors.
At the doorbell and a ring.
What perfect timing.
Couldn't have been worse.

Take, but don't possess.
Speak and don't digress.
Whims and fancies.
Never solid, so malleable.
Like they taught at school,
Liquids have no shape,
Only obey the container.

Shadows still linger,
but banish them, I will
And the task's been made easier
there's not much time to kill.