I'm going to post a poem on a weekly basis, Fridays for now. So if you are interested check this blog on Fridays or check my facebook where I will post a note with the weekly poems each week.
Hot
Water
Hot
water
my
fast friend,
my
charlatan rain
I
intercept your lesson
showering
over me
before
you vanish
used
and forgotten
clearly having
bestowed,
I
am shown
suddenly,
gift
in
your filtered, traveled,
made
hot history.
Filtering
my charlatan thoughts
Travelling
down my fleshy shell
Making
hot the at hand,
each
motion performed.
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