Overflow Poem by Charles Malcolm
Overflow
I fall
for liars, cheats, and drunks.
My own reflection
in the toilet.
I find
truth, stoicism, and straight edges
in their pale
white bellies.
Whatever they were.
Whatever I saw.
I find it hard
to flush the dead fish.
Afraid of the face
that I'd recognize
in the swirling water.
Saturday, June 13, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: fish,love,women
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