My Life Is a Sink

My life is a sink Yours is the toilet We both wash we both throw away Nothing is rejected You are porcelain And your skin is hard As hard as my eyes Which are the faucet And metal like the drain Which is my mouth Absorbing everything, Not much comes out. Your showerhead is broken. Your face is flat. Today is a sodamachine. Venue here and venue Across the street I’m dead. You’re sleepy, Tired in the head Of remorseless shadow And undercut Under steeples Of broken churches Ring bell put me to sleep Undercut Under blade in a tuft of grass