Someone Saw That

Someone saw that.
Turmoil built into my forehead
leaked around the kitchen sink.
No swirling involved,
no dish water either.
Silence, as I needed it.
Only sound the pounding of thought.

Author: Aidan Badinger

Wharved.com I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children. View all posts by Aidan Badinger