PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

The brisk my whisk you away

To the bliss of absence. 

Rain spills freely

On your carefully cultured cacti

And the 'ting ting ting'

Of drops pricking metal;

Laid to be seen

On better days. 

And not only you

Are in the place you weren't designed.

And not only you

Have been seen in not your way. 

So let cheap material warm your skin

And expensive tea cleanse within,

And gradually counter what you feel

With what you know to do.