Water
The hum of the highway.
The chattering of a squirrel and cricket noises.
The late afternoon sun
Beats down on my right arm.
Speaking to the dog
In a sarcastic tone
About prophetic solitude.
I greet this solitude at times.
Teasing pictures of women.
The false rhetoric of men.
With their cruel ideas
That they once hated to live by.
I should write this shit down.
Tune in and don't drop out,
Dj Lipton
Water Poem and artwork by Thaddeus Oswald @NapalmNachoStudios