A water surround,
A tilt of the head.
I know well enough:
A tub's not a bed.

A leak and the drips.
A flooding of thought.
The temperant time bomb's-
Wet medium watch.

I'll sleep with intention.
After dry-rise, *****.
The luxurious freedom,
Of bachelor bed.

A clarity won,
Expressable whiles.
The nocturning wisdom,
Of fallover smiles.

i'm not here,
that's just the water,

a leftover dear,
and a fallover daughter,

the healths just a dot on my eye.

no cutting skin,
that's just a favor,

an octopus dry,
no sheet laden savor,

i want to define
this most sterile labor,

i'm the diggable pig
in its sty.