Poem 1

The staccato drum of liquid gifts

Hitting the roof as the drop in flops

At first in slow fat lazy plops

Then fast long shards of heaven’s sieves


Gaia gulps in greed and happy sighs

As drop flow in with happy sucks

Till she no longer can hold her guts

As plop, the great mother burst her seams


Reservoirs threw up their hands and wept

Manholess in tears ask ‘just how deep?

Drippy gutters not ashamed to weep

Then who will see your tears in rain


A gift at first in lazy plops

Now greedy liquid swirls of hate

Sweepin and taking with angry whirl

Both home and house and precious songs

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