those inconsiderate claws,
on tenderhooks,
careful not to fall
O how the ripples seduce me,
royally beckoning,
I dip my toes and so
I succum to the enemy
Defeat is swift,
It moves through my veins,
rapid rivers, snaking
Into a polluted estuary
I used to have a fear of drowning
when it happens
you inhale lungfuls of tears,
cried by scores of injured egos,
You gasp for air
and lie down in the silt.
I watched you float towards the surface
as I sunk
My words simmered
then they were cast away
now my song is a weak whisper
In a passing cloud,
It is a jet stream meandering east
far far above our heads.
Memories come in the wake,
lapping at my unconscious mind,
Repeatedly.
As I slipped into the water
my eyes were leaking,
and a bell was unrung...
It's only when I reached the bottom
that I could clearly see ;
you are only a dead fish floating
on the top,
A dull flat note,
a black oil slick.
The seagulls will pick through
your anemic bones.
2012 © LH
