It's so exciting to see how this poem changes. Thanks very much to the five of you who have contributed, your additions are wonderful. Poetry can often be a solitary and competitive pursuit, so it's really amazing to see something collaborative come out of it. Here is the poem, in it's sixth round:
The equation of water
is always coaxed out of a stone;
a blank bell ringing
in the middle of the day.
the song of the
red scent of
the daylight descends on the
never to drink from the fountain
Thirst wants what the stone needs
But the face lies in pools of greed.
A King upon the throne of the new liberal media
Seeks to set a new standard
Pools of bullets smile at the snug rain.
America comes at last,
To the big table.
Running water rings
it is time
The running water we run to
We seek our thirsts at last
And our thirsts subtract the rain
And our marbles are equal to or
lesser than the ocean
And our music
A Plumbers Nightmare
1 year ago