Liquid, sticky messages

Stories that meander and trickle

Communiqués that cruise with no end

Whispers of slow ooze and drain



Reading takes you inside

Slow observant attention

Tracing plots uncovers

Layers of inner self



[Lead: Peter]



A gush is an explosion

Slow trickle a description

Pulsing rhythm a sonnet

Steady rush like a novel



Veins are like lines

White parchment of the bones

Vessels of pages that collect

Meaning and truth and sense



[Lead: Mauser]



It takes years to perfect

Comprehension and skill

Tender touch of the red

So elusive to capture



Ripped pages, lost meaning

Words trailing off into void

Cooling plot with no climax

No text is forever



[Lead: Peter]