Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Haiku for You

Tangled, mutely snagged
Running in tight figure eights
Worsening the mess

Wading through deep shit
Bargeloads of roiling, hot filth
Looking for a rope

There's no easy way
To take the sting out of it
To pretend it's fine

Instead, let's just breath
Through our mouths, not our noses
Heads over water

The alternative
Is not attractive. So we
Will swim. We won't sink.

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