Tiny smiles unseen with hands reaching out
Wondering what the name of man is
Dropped broken forgotten in the mud
Is a word unspoken in your world or mine
A taste of something future past present
On the wind in the blank spaces between
I drift lazily twisting tumbling heavily
On the tide of memory questing questioning
Finding only the smallest dram or
Quietest portion answering in untrue form
Regret of the smooth cool touch of your laugh
On the hairs of my skin taunting
Smiles sliding through my insides
The bitter flavor of your name on my tongue
Yellow bilious chalk swirling in the drain
