Untitled (“Drainpipes: angrily grumbling…”)
Drainpipes: angrily grumbling on the edges of fear.
Conniving arrogance pondering on the wit of the beach.
Islands of jealous sadness, lakes of excited bouyancy.
I'd yell with desperation, but I've lost all my waffles.
Cold, nervous: I sigh and start to dry my tears;
In spite of all that gallant slice of bread still cheers me on.
I fight. I lose. I fall.
The embarrassing dishtowels of pain hug my dreams.
All is kitties.