Submerged
Of all the thoughts
man's mind was
equipped to have:
the envious
the murderous
the suicidal
the joyous
the inexplicable
none come quite as dangerous as the
thoughts he gets in the shower.
they make reality drizzle
on his cold feet
and wet his hair
with possibility
as loneliness reeks
fresh through
shampoo bottles
these thoughts they
put him back in his
baby-shell.
they seep through,
consuming...
lingering...
uninterrupted-
by the water that never runs out.
Copyright © Maya Kaabour | Year Posted 2011
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