Trickles



Senses felt deeply

Love, never cheaply

Laughs on a breeze

Do what you please



You've mask'd my face

With your own disgrace

Blacked out my soul

Burnt on your coals



You've gagged my voice

By your sinister choice

Closed down my street

With the food you eat



Trickles of gooey pie

Unhumbled in my eyes

Some day ... it will happen

After - you're all done napping



- Tristram



© Christopher W. Thomas

7:40pm Thurs. Jan 6th. 2000