what shit is this when the warm water
is death cold despite the steaming heat
and one small, grey cloud
covers the entire blue sky
as though one lived entirely
on the verdent green edge
of a deep and black chasm…
such a simple thing to tip
such a small thing to trip
to lean back into a welcome fog
could take the razor to shave
but leave it with a shelf-full
of why bothers and who cares
don’t want to move/eat/dress
just sit and stare and fall
these are the stupid chains
these are the lead weights
these, the consequences of sad
that leaves the wires taut
and the sound so out of tune
one would scream
if one could muster the will