Bad Shower Poetry: 2008-11-13

In the sanctuary of shower flow, I walk into the river of my brain. I net a gleaming thought, yet stand flummoxed by the tantalizing school that swam by. On my wish list: a brain freeze to overturn Heraclitus.

[thanks to editorial suggestion by my Sweetie.]

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