...the letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life...

Friday, March 12, 2010

S.P. Poem #47: The Pool by the Beach

The pool by the beach, the new kind

Of pool, where the waterline’s level

With the top of the wall holding it in?

Yes, I know what you mean. I know

That kind of pool. But not the pool,

Not the one you’re talking about.

Dude, I’m telling you I don’t know it.

You can tell the story without me

Knowing which one you mean, right?

It could be any pool like that—are you

Simply trying to establish that they’re

Rich? The people in the story, is who.

“What people?” You tell me. It’s your

story. Man, come on, spill it or don’t.

Whoah, slow down, put that down,

There’s no need for that. I was just

Saying that I know what you mean

Without needing to know every bit

Of it. Just give me the gist. The gist.

Rhymes with wrist.

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