Showering
Showering
The throat sticking stench
of stale cigarrettes
reluctantly slides off
and slithers down the drain
with this morning's hair
into the dark tunnel pipes
where neither the hair
nor the water
is heard from again,
having eloped, entwined,
to the Bahamas.
There, they and the fish
I dumped in the mill stream
sip salted margaritas, blow
smoke bubbles and reminisce
about my hands.
5-27-06
The throat sticking stench
of stale cigarrettes
reluctantly slides off
and slithers down the drain
with this morning's hair
into the dark tunnel pipes
where neither the hair
nor the water
is heard from again,
having eloped, entwined,
to the Bahamas.
There, they and the fish
I dumped in the mill stream
sip salted margaritas, blow
smoke bubbles and reminisce
about my hands.
5-27-06