Drip Drop Drip Drop

a poem i wrote on a bus...about more than its about if u catch my drift

Drip Drop Drip Drop

dark water droplets
drip in a steady flow
they meet at the bottom
on the cold stern steel
lingering
as nothing
a small and needless detail

but it captures my mind
hypnitizes me
and now i am the droplet
i am like the flow
my anger
my fury
pushing it like a strong currant
into the ending pool
where it sits still
with only an occasional murmor
as another droplet comes
to where the metal turns
and your mind twists
and imagination sees the pointless detail
it sees the useless sight of nothing
that has captured your mind.

By Vici Island