Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Monday, May 12, 2014
Marginal notes of a madwoman
In describing what goes around her the madwoman turned to dust
Over the ridges her bellowing rose:
The world I rely on is tipping over
it is
Tipping over
Tipping
Tip
Pip
Plob
Plib
Tip
Trip
Tip
.
.
.
.
Over
sliding into deep, dark inked water.
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