Sunday, April 13, 2014

The Man, The River






Like the river he was,
roiling like two stupid
in-bred laws,
he only saw the river

for a simpleton, or,
something that he liked
to make fun of and, thus,
render better, poured down.

Did you begin the other day?
Did you discover the space,
where desire was the whisper,
passing by, moving, like the air,

the river, right, itself?