Fullness in an empty mug

Does an empty jar weep? 6 Crying wine or water 6 My hollow bowl thirsty 6 You scream for wet matter 6 Yet you lie like a dry monk 7 Patiently waiting for me 7 Your mouth opened to be drunk 7 Your rim or lips parched for sea 7 In the morning, you ask for wine 8 In a mug with dogs chasing tails 8 The closed grocery store makes us pine 8-9 Open up, a cab will fill pails 8 Some saucers are cracked by ache, some whole 9 We are engineered to seek fullness 9 Wanting bleeds endlessly through cleft bowls 9 Air, condense between my chinky mess 9 Wine, stop bleeding ruby through fissures 9 Without care for the states of matter 9 If air settling be a treasure 8-9 But, air doesn’t ache like pitter patter 9-10 To be still like an empty mug 8 Bleeding coffee as air pours in 8 My glazed mug with a fractured dog 8 Waiting for the bare morning’s din 8 Without a care what goes in 7 Emptiness is illusion 7 Top me inanimate bin 7 But, I’m flesh with desires undone 7-8 Parched rims need a wet kiss 6 Mugs aren’t displeased with airs 6 Flesh cracks crave what’s amiss 6 Grow legs to run from tears 6 In time, cut off limbs 5 Be like a quiet mug 5-6 Drinking breath in sips 5 Full from emptiness 5 What a concept 4 Purposeless cup 4 Cracks do adapt 4 Weep this f-up 4 Vapors rise 3 Walls shatter 3 Cracks surprise 3 Mad Hatter 3 Teacups? 2 Cuckoo 2 Cracks weep 2 Super glue 3