Two Hundred and Fourty

was

so good
I

cried
the

water
poured

like


the drip drip dripping
of a
relentless faucet


its
knob

turned

each
drop

faster

where
i couldn't
see


or
discern

them

from
the
unrenlenting stream--

column of
water

laid

from the stagnate
duct
of my
eyes

that watched
the
story

wash forth