THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN

Dirty Water
Copyright 2013 by Gordon Kuhn
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There’s dirty water runnin’ ‘neath the bridge
Comin’ from stained streams up by the wooded ridge
What looks down here on everyone,
From where the poison waters do set out to run
It’s all dirty water there thet I see
And it keeps my soul from bein’ untied and set free
It smells of spilled blood and sin, urine, and what-all. And then
It takes me, carries me, back to when.

There’s dirty water runnin’ ‘neath the bridge
Comin’ down in frothy streams from a high up wooded ridge
Runnin’ from someplace I once had been
It takes me, carries me, back to when.

There’s dirty water flowin’ ‘neath the tired old bridge
Comin’ from tainted streams up by the wooded ridge
What looks down on everyone, especially me
And it keeps my soul from bein’ untied and set free
It smells of blood and sin, urine, and what-all. And then
It takes me, carries me, back to when.

There’s dirty water runnin’ ‘neath the bridge
Comin’ down in gurgling streams birthed on a high up wooded ridge
Runnin’ from someplace I once might had been
It takes me, carries me, back to when. April 24, 2013