water

orange liquid brew.
bite me with each sip i take.
are you good for me?

thick flock of gray birds.
raining towards horizon.
patter of wet feet.

a hat full of rain
contains the depths of much pain.
wet blue cradled red.

flooding empty mind
with wet slippery gray thoughts.
time has come and gone.

pitter patter wet.
my feet stay dry no matter.
choking on gray wet.

wet rays of sunlight.
hammering home the dogma.
drown all the troubles.