Here Everybody Drains the Swamp

Here everybody drains the swamp The chunks of toxic glitter And brazen meat Intelligible only to the daunted fool Who filled it so Pour the acid wash Of peace and indulgence To cleanse the slop o’ plenty Time for mixes and fixes That clear paths meant For hot-air balloon rides The kind that tussle deep in minds Your liquid child Who gulps, swallows and bears The scorekeeper’s duties Flits to the sounds of no one The barracks are full this morning Everyone spent from their rustic tasks And yet for each An adventure conducted A melee for the me, the you Which song was meant for Nature, well-planted Well-colored and ready to play Nurture, whipped and spun By the gunslinger’s steady hand Brought together by The collective spirit Lurking in each room Strewn, lathered across Each chaise lounge Splashing, soaking In the wet, cool debris Healthy debris Doggy bags supplied To bring home The leftovers Eager to be consumed. (6/10/18)