Parched

Today -

Moments seem to slip through fingers

Like so much dirty water,

Talking to illness -

At the bottom of a well.

Like so much dirty water,

Wearing new clothes -

Trying on new streams,

Joining new banks -

As ever, feeling old hat.

Today -

Rhyme has been ruined,

Like so much rust

Aching on brave red lips.

Decayed, praying

For some naked dream

To resuscitate -

The elderly flicker behind,

Its defeated eyes.

Today -

She stumbles, feebly -

Across a thought,       drifting

Not quite able, though trying -

To open the key with a lock.

But its harder than dirty water, harder than -
Finding yesterday on the clock.