A Marred Word
And there in a neglected corner,
Beside the transistor, whose static is spliced,
By Lennon.By Kurt.And By Bowie...
A drop of tea falls, kisses the gel, soaks it up,
A word trails away, blue swirls in a brown drop.
Blotting paper.The drop of tea is no more.
And so is the word.The sentence now seems incoherent.
A neat scribble.Marred by that drop of tea.
On the grilles, painted dull blue,