H2o Bottles Poem by nathan martin

kind of straight forward is always crooked.

hurry up and get to the point.

sinai water in the desert poured out freely,
better hurry up, better lap it up.

just remember bottled water sounds
better in french.

taste better with painted cumulus
fluffy clouds on the wrapper.

old hebrew corndogs sold down the street
at the seven eleven are two for a dollar.

better get in line and throw in a six
pack of olympia dry.

just remember sometimes crooked is never straight.

driving with one hand on the wheel the other
searching along the floorboard.

the clank of clutter when the words pile up.