your body, the drain plug, that climactic days of a day murky sweet strawberry milk water ebbs and sways around, surrounds, and surmounts you
Your body the dumping ground for pretty poppy seeds seep, steep seeded somewhere deep
as
synthetic stinging metaphor rain pours on your mistreated singing skin spotted, dotted, synaptic rule akin to lemon poppy seed muffin tops your head- a top spins round and mimics never-ending bath drain whirlpool
ambulances and ambivalences soundtrack this nocturne night of a morning mourning already my poor lost sister a little less than intact lost in her head I'm loosing her
and she's nodding
and she's nodding
and she's nodding
and she's nodding and she nods and grumbles, fumbles for words that aren't there four words that aren't there forward isn't there
because what do you say about matters when your high and breathing last breaths overlapping in humble showers in heart crumbling nakedness your faithlessness trapping murky sweet strawberry milk waters.