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.