A Poemdog

Dogs 2011

FLUSH
(8/6/11)


sit

empty

wait

see
what floats
to the top
of the synaptic
cesspool

sometimes
simple

sometimes
profound

mostly
a confusing
conundrum
of reality
and madness
that comforts me
as it swirls
darkly
down
to the
screen

writing
is my way
of wiping
and moving
on

sorry
for the
smell