the flood

our mountains melt; they make water of ice
to flow down streams against the salmon; the salmon swimming north
our water finds pipes to breathe through and dissolve in eternity
an abyss of nothingness; an abyss of anything
and we're busy
we run and play in the schoolyards
we laugh and cry and stay up late
and rejoin our water through spikets
through sterile sockets, through stainless steel
flood
and here begins the flood
water floods our pipes
and we're busy
skirts are getting shorter
days are getting longer
my attention is a mix-matched suit
and our water floods
drips flow off the spikets beginning our tap tapping
our tap
tap-tapping
as the water emerges and brings its
tap-tapping on the tub
its tap
tap-tapping on the sink
and we wash in its fury
we wash away our fury
our endless defeats
our shit-stained bodies
our broken minds
and we hear the tap
the tap-tapping on the tub as our water flows down
down
down down
and we're busy
we have another car to wash
another chin to shave
another shit to flush
and our water taps
tap-taps on the tub
and swooshes in the commode
swoosh-swoosh
and we’re busy
steak must be cooked; wine drunk; tobacco smoked
and water gulped
gulp-gulped
as we exit early for the swoosh
the swoosh-swoosh
and it continues to rain
to fertilize our lawn, grow our trees, make pretty flowers
make pretty people
as we’re busy
sitting in harmony
under it all
the tap-tapping
the swoosh-swooshing
the gulp-gulping
in a flood