Saturday, April 24, 2010

Bathtub Surface

The Bathtub’s Surface
Upon the surface lives another world
A world that I must sink beneath.

Skin cells dance with soapy suds
Loose hairs chime in to do the waltz.

Scabs are named prom king and queen
The toenail DJ plays their song.

I watch it all, a heavyweight
Not floating to the fun above.

In jealously I move to break the party –
It takes mere seconds and they’re back.

My only recourse is the drain
Yet, even then they shout in glee.

There’s no telling where the current takes them
And I guess that’s why I’m so forlorn.
Also, why I almost never take baths.

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