With the hard rainfall
is a clatter
it is bubbled
across my flat
but tipped roof
on this
my right-angled shed
where work flows
but words fix
lines almost glued
caught like slo-mo drips
in a work of other’s art
With the hard rainfall
is a clatter
it is bubbled
across my flat
but tipped roof
on this
my right-angled shed
where work flows
but words fix
lines almost glued
caught like slo-mo drips
in a work of other’s art