Pour Down

Pour down Utter a word that speaks to the soul Savor a moment that drips from these lips From this tongue, take a sip Of these moments This trip upon journey, And reveries galore A moment to store within the tip Of these fingers Writing moments that flip The mind and stipulations Of stained conversations Dripping dirt on This shirt of white lasting exploration Expiration of doubt and drought we have seen Tasted the bitter moments of salt Give me juicy stories that slip From the mouth, from the lips Whipping away the brand Of dry, of bland Give me words that express And upon stress, I can strip Away anything that tips The scale of wet hell Convey sounds from great script And beneath the water I sip Truth beyond common words Snipping girth, I've coerced Each moment Drip… Drip…