rain, back, maybe it missed
me
napping to its newest album
it instructs me to change everything
wash ‘way all impediments
following her urge

scattered but it feels
addictive
I’m going to be used to such
wave shapes — lost in curiosity
straight — rules bore me to petrification
ink, pen, set in my station

evaporated vase water, thirsty stem

more beats on window of idea den

(2/19/13)