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Thoughts of Shattered Glass
by, Lisa Stratton
Thoughts of shattered glass,
Broken figures from the past.
Can't the aching be undone?
When last was it I had fun?
This bleeding pen that stains the page
Leaves behind it scars of rage.
Loss of ink, of life, of glee
Kinda makes me have to pee.
I can't pee yet ; it isn't time,
A toilet now would seem sublime.
'Round and 'round the water flows
And falls to places I can't go.
I want to follow, yet I stay.
I watch that water flush away.
Then it's gone. There's always more.
Kinda like my life so sore.
I'm swirling on a playful ride,
Then deep into a hole I hide.
I fall away to depths unseen,
Feeling oddly white and clean.
Having passed into a hole,
I still remain inside the bowl.
I await the next disgrace,
Feces, urine on my face,
Then I hide, and then return.
Until once more the water churns.
What was that of broken glass?
Just out of paper for my ass.
