The Untapped Well in the Back Field

I can't share it with you
Because it all comes back
As heart-sticking recrimination
And randomly slung blame
That deepest strata of feelings
Below everything I ever was
Where heat and pressure
Applied over geologic time
Turns all to a black muck
Formless and half-forgotten
Clinging to whatever it touches
Burning whenever it feels the air
So the well remains untapped
And we drift further apart
On currents in unseen black seas


  1. Honey

    Honey on 02/18/2006 4 p.m. #

    <br />
    Heaven Has Foundations<br />
    <br />
    Sure you can!<br />
    What’s a little more well placed muck<br />
    Why would you back away <br />
    The minute you put your hand forward<br />
    An intelligent man like yourself<br />
    Shouldn’t fear a little pain<br />
    I’m sure you know the adage <br />
    It’s the only way to gain<br />
    Look at the stunning Surtsey<br />
    The fast foundation all that muck built<br />
    Now home to all manner of flora and wildlife<br />
    All thriving in volcanic silt<br />
    And has he forgotten of the diamonds<br />
    All that molten muck brings to bear<br />
    For the love of poetry Mikey<br />
    That excuse needs a darn sight more flare<br />

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