Sep 10, 2009 17:10
Gone, growing, glowing, going.
can't break the rhythm.
without my knowing
lines and lines.
of colored lines
surround and circle my sad face.
my cup has been capped
and it spills on the counter.
more and more and still more flowing
their mops won't seep.
my sloppy susan
i want more
than meaningless besitos
on the kitchen floor.