Like a droplet on a window of a car.

Dripping down glass, dripping down bars.

Down,

down,

down!

Words, they drown.

Is the deeper they go, the deeper they mean?

Or is less more, like high-class cuisine?

Fall,

fall,

fall!

Digest it all.

Take a dive

into a poet’s

messy heart.

But look

too deep,

and the

words

fall

apart.