Wednesday, July 06, 2016


You make me feel
Just like an eel.
And I want to wriggle out of it,
I want to squirm away
I want to slime away
I want to crawl away
I’d even travel over land if I had to,
Until I find the rivulet that leads
To the stream of my dreams
And then I’d be following my nose
I’d go with the flow,
I’d have a current affair there
Until stream become river
Fresh water turns to brine
Then I’d ride the tide
Out into the sea
And on across the ocean
Going where I have to go,
All the way out to
The strange Sargasso.

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