Sink Poems

Sink or Swim

time is a river flowing
it lets nothing stand in its way
~ obstinately speeds in one direction



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

AP: Honorable Mention 2025

the girl in the sink

last night,
i kissed the wine glass
until it cracked
from want.
i wanted red—not wine.
not again.

the walls talked in their usual static,
soft-lipped murmurs,
muffled as a hand over a mouth.
i pressed my cheek to the faucet
and heard
my mother crying
through the pipes—
or maybe it was me,
thirteen years ago,
learning how to disappear
without moving.

there’s a spoon in the bathtub.
bent.
like my will
on sundays.

i

Sink or Swim

Drowning in sorrow
because you are leaving me.
I jumped in too soon.

As I flail about,
will you toss me a life ring,
or a concrete block?

Both are solutions
to my current state of mind
over losing you.

The first prolongs it,
the latter, ultimately,
brings on my demise.

I need to purge this
constant feeling of longing
for something that’s gone.

This stagnation mode
compromises my future
and pulls

why dont geckos sink in the sand

Why don’t geckos sink into the sand
Disappearing into the promised land?
What saves their Arizona lives? What keeps them up?
The flaps in between their toes said my Uncle Hup.

I thought he was joking, because he is a funny guy
So, I looked it up in my gecko book which was way up high
He was exactly right, my

Questionable

ever really knowing
if I'm coming or going
meanwhile
what am I to do with you
as somewhat akin
under the skin
yet now quite skint
but taking a sprint
and just for fun
making a dummy run
if I may say
it's leave or stay
quite the conundrum
of all things the sum
but when it's said and done
of the be and end-all none
for should you ever think

sink bucket

A sink bucket
Today I forgot to buy milk, drank black coffee 
it is easy to remember the past shines like jewels
It was the winter of 1952, and my brother carried
a big sink bucket, I was the smallest one
 and we were on our way to the coal depot to 
 find a hole in the fence

Sediment

Its to your health I drink today
And you can drink to mine
If you feel better than ok
Whatever wine is fine
But there’s a sediment I see
Down at the bottle base
So shall I drink up to degree
That saves the same old taste?
How come the sediment appeared
Don’t ask, for I don’t know
You are my darling love, my dear
And

Jar

• I open the fridge and what do I see?
• A jar full of mildew waiting for me
• Out of the jar and into the sink
• For one, the jar has mildew and smells really stink

Return to Rotarua

   Dressed in white christening gown
   Creaky snow break mountain melt
   Dissolves rigid in simmering spring
   Ached ankles pummel, putrid pond
   Ancient decompose steams surface

 
   Sulphur syphons Winter hestitance
   Grabs goblins soup bowl grotesque 
   Monster murky rub

I sink deep into the unhappiness of being the one who doesn't deceive you with sweet illusions

I sink deep into the unhappiness of being the one who doesn't deceive you with sweet illusions,
I refuse to change who I am for anyone, even for the shadows that surround me.
I've detested how easily you allow yourself to be manipulated to accept everything you hear without question,
Have I not left a strong enough impression,

hair dye on my sink

My bathroom is pink
Hair dye on my sink
In the bath tub too
Punky color, Burmese blue
My towel is a mess
Hair dye on a dress
Burmese blue on a wall
Splattering hair dye down the hall

Tap and Sink

The tap and the sink had a brawl
(the pair  being stuck to the wall)
the cold tap smashed the sink
with a crash and a plink;
serenely watched by the pee stall.

Interposed did tap’s buddy, drain,
(who held up the sink with a strain.)
Dear sink is in pieces;
her value decreases;
she once was so smart and urbane!

This broken sink

I would still use thee
And while at it giggle with glee
Broken cracked you are
Reflect my use like a star
Hihi, i used it to pee

Holding My Own

He took everything of value from me
Except a house with a busted sink
He thought I was screwed
With the denim divorce blues
I’m free now a rich divorcee

Still Holding My Own

He took everything of value from me
Except a house with a busted sink
He thought I was screwed
With the denim divorce blues
He wanted to bankrupt dreams

But little did he know
Starting over is a goal 
I’ve a house, making home
I’m proud to hold my own
Busted sink is remodeling gold

I started a new fancy trend
A bed and breakfast

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