enough already
rain inside rain again
I have no idea how or why
it shows up as an opera star
or a rope or a water drop on a slide
rinses off miles of slimming
tea & film treatments
any gains yesterday
are yesterday’s gain
I worship another line
of mine at the workshop
order the pork w/
the sesame noodles
I don’t like it when my blood
ends up outside my body
or when the soul loses touch w/
the very things that got it here
to wait in slow motion
another wall in need of paint
this was all I had to go on
dot to dot to dot to dot
rain after rain again
fasts on nothing but air
Moss Trill 