rattled brain

clattering like dry beans in a can

dessicated from lack of sleep

drought of dreams

creative juices absent flow

a cracked river bed

you can wait for rain

and turn face up, mouth agape

let it run down cheeks

into the mouth, absorb to the skull

or go up

and seed the clouds yourself

or is it better to wander the desert

holding your pen like a dowser

looking for underground pools

11/25/2004

Posted on 11/25/2004
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