so you're disappointed
that you're disappointed
and maybe that's to be expected
some folks make beds
out of their catharsis
differently than others
it's this list
of things you lost in the fire
or how jealous you are
of people
who never came back up for air
you're crying
so the faucets leak out of solidarity
& someone asks you
why the floor is wet
so you tell them
"we've been weeping here forever"
then they want to give you
a mouth full of presupposition
by saying
"are you going down with the ship?"
& you look them in the mouth
like Leo is handcuffed to a pipe
five decks down
you look at them
like you just woke up
from that dream everyone has
where all their teeth fall out
maybe it's an intervention
a hearse vs station wagon origin story
a clearance sale
& everything's gotta go
or maybe it's the dream
where you're at the docks
from your childhood
and there's a little girl
unmooring all the ships
because she thinks
they'll float away
but every time
she unties them
they just sink




                                          they just sink

You pulled the plug
You pulled the plug on the whole **** thing
And as I stood watching all of the water run down the drain, then right when it was about to disappear
Turn into a miniature hurricane
Swirling, swirling, swirling and then
Empty
I could relate to that more than I ever could relate to you
Now I know that the water was lukewarm
And filthy after we bathed every one of our sins in it
I know I could not possibly hope that that water could turn clear once more
And although that notion is so far fetched
I would never have let us slip away
The worst part of it all was that I was the only one watching us vanish from sight
I fear that one day you will come home
Drunk off of cheap ***** and cheaper women
And you will go to bathe expecting me to be awaiting your return
And I will not even be in the house