And It Falls Down
Red was drip . . . drip . . . dripping,
On the inside.
The green poison still fell down the pink tube;
Slowly . . . steadily.
Every night—run away—escape!—from here.
Blackness is all the inside knew.
Now the outside felt it, too.
As the brown's closed tightly,
The tan epidermis fell down,
Red began to drip . . . drip . . . drip . . .
9 March 2006