Chinese guy perched on a ladder <br />attempted to sop up the water <br />with a sponge <br />then staunch <br />the flow with plaster <br />in an intricate way <br />I now cannot remember <br />when without warning <br />I pulled off my ears <br />but no blood <br />no pain <br />holding them one in each hand <br />while they wiggled <br />waiting <br />for a tone <br />any murmur at all <br />but only the profound <br />silence of the tomb <br />while water <br />dribbled on an earless head <br />at Spinoza HS told Peter F <br />he said Not to worry <br />the Bird Flu <br />would cure all my ills <br />imagined or otherwise <br />told him <br />he merely repeated my wisdom <br />which I had given him <br />the previous day <br />and he informed me <br />my wisdom too <br />repeated from <br />Taisen Deshimaru <br />namely <br />all problems solved <br />in the coffin.<br /><br />Charles Chaim Wax<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ceiling-leaking-in-the-dream/
