The river of vile
that streams through the main living room
your bile
and into crowded basements
now a flood plain
well,
it doesn’t compare much to your smile
and as your body lays heavy
heaves,
contorted, distorted
reaching for boulders
that erode quickly into sediment
hapless in attempt
your parents disinterest now retorted
hapless self directed contempt
flowing
with pants shackled at ankles
o’keefe sweet lips flower showing
pink
you drown
and sink


and crickets chirp
and fish swim