Callow Billow

Hollow as a crooked pipe conducting waste to the corroded sewer Vacant and obscure like a Freudian void on a cold lavatory seat Hollow as a piper’s flute waiting for nimble charming fingers Vacant like a comatose stare reflecting mindless nothingness Shallow as a muddy puddle pummelled by boots from wet feet Superficial like a scratch on a bubble conceding trivial defeat Shallow as a trickling tributary succumbed to inarticulate drought Superficial like a crowded scream never leaving mute fears Fallow as unwanted seeds swirling around into darkness Dormant like a sleepy reminder of night mares fighting for victory Fallow as untilled soil longing for cultivated surrender Dormant like a tired tramp homeless and halting suspense Mellow as marsh mallows molten on deep cutting sticks Bitter sweet like a camp fire sending smoke into nowhere Mellow only in that as it rhymes with bellow and gallows Sweet bitter and numb like waste in a lone piper’s dream