THERAPY
Art, music or dance
which shall hold truth?
Where do you stand
when the river flows
about you and you
shuffle from foot
to foot
in agony looking for relief?
Water water everywhere
and not a place to piss.
Bladder wanting to evacuate
mind whistling
at boiling point
seeking the limit
of all things
where you don’t
need to sing like evil
to be able to make
it to the ends of poetry.
TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 