Down with static between the fingers leaving only stains of others scratched into the charred work of the kitchen grill. Start of and one takes leave, an ever continual sign of shift as the days move on and about with the kind of flowery bloom of a shrub underneath the sink next to the dishwashing liquid. Oil and water and the soapy waters make squeaky clean after the hot flush and clink.
Struggle to maintain the responsible sees the move away from the general receptacle with circles in triangular motion beckoning the green and plastic whites from the colours of the washed wets. One thing to ask, another to execute the campaign and plan. Intentions only going so far as the lip.
Spray jets find themselves shooting across and sideways with no sense of direction down the spiral. Everywhere and everywhere, all wet everywhere and it is just a mess really. Play with too much power and the splash back is horrendous.
Holding the head high into the clouds is that which blinks red, looking for calculations of time, never quite right, just minutes off the mark. Bitter sweat on the constant replay.
One step behind the other and the dead end leaves a trail.
Saturday, 19 May 2007
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