during the midnight ***** fight
you went for a swim
and there on a whim
a thousand waterlogged psyches
jumped from the banks of the Forth
and flailed their limbs around with you.

"fully clothed, i'll float away"

you never got to see the horseshoe bend
tucked into the marshy green
like the buttoned shirt
of the river belt.
by the patchwork fields
making out a kind of thick quilt
you can see from the sky.
though it could never keep you warm.

"down the forth, into the sea"

even if they held the sun in their mouths
they'd still not have the means
to brighten your corner.
did you find peace
in the lashing, gnawing foam
under the Forth Road bridge?

"i think i'll save suicide for another day"

i guess that day was yesterday
where you lived the end
you wrote ten years ago:
1AM
a trail meandering
from the mouth of Dakota Hotel
to a finish line underwater.

"i'm away now, thanks."

...and then you left before we could return the gratitude.

lower abdominal area gurgles and balloons
gastrointestinal tract
     vis a vis flatulence croons
in tandem and/or subsequent expulsion

     eliminates ***** waste
witnessing sprinting to bathroom, this scribe
     (against time) and jet propulsion
     of sphincter muscles'
     spasmodic desperately raced

unpleasant symptom of anxiety/ panic attack
twas a stranger to this rhyme stir,
     who now finds himself barrack
cay did, and held hostage, where thoughts
     about mooning doth not crack

a smile, or baring derriere tubby more exact
me up - matter of fact
no source of laughter, nada one ha intact
     (despite usual presence of chuckles
     from this fan of good humor) high jacked

for what seems a maternity leave
     from all mothers tub be
thus envision, a bevy of pregnant gals
     aching with cramps he

ving (times square of the hippopotamus)
     with ****** fully dilated key
ping alert, when mother nature ready
     to pull up all stops (via umbilical cord)

     to deliver nee,
sans bundle of joy, followed
     in quick succession with after birth re:
placental sack, hence said effort to expel newborn

     the closest scenario experience ill suited to dance
afflicting this anxiety prone lovely bones, an all expanse
paid (seat of the pants) accursed bane of proletariat grants
no truce to attend finds me pampered asper this rants!