Author's Commentary
Some poetry, because Crowley feels there's not enough of it recently : )
Nothing too serious...
Felt like getting out of a writing rut,
so I just reached into the air, and pulled down this.
Don't take the poem literally, of course.
(for a better look at the display picture, go here:
http://xxpanthernovaxx.deviantart.com/art/Still-life-2-23309300
really great photograph by a friend of mine. Took him forever to get it right.)
There’s a leaking faucet,
and I hear it drip;
It’s in my mind,
and I hear it drip;
I can’t turn it off,
and I hear it drip;
I try to fix the damn thing,
and I hear it drip;
The pipes are rusted,
and I hear it drip;
I can’t find a plumber,
and I hear it drip;
I’m losing water all the while,
and I hear it drip;
drip;
drip;
drip;
drip;
drip;
Could someone
drip;
please come;
drip;
and fix this
drip;
damn faucet?
drip;
Come in
drip;
to my home
drip;
and stop
drip;
the leak?
drip;
The door will
drip;
be open
drip;
for you.
drip;
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