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.