Life isn't necessarily like a noodle in a sink. Just kinda like it.
Meddling 5/14
Writing the mind out of the mind out of writing like a sieve of pasta pouring out the starches clouded and falling over themselves tumbling like the mind out-writing itself, this is how one wants the world to be, a constant tumbling over rocks, water flowing, washing away whatever needs to go down the drain, but it's usually the noodle that drops into the sink and sticks there dumbly, the one that cannot be eaten, cannot be thrown away -
No comments:
Post a Comment