Sonnet 13

by Lars Townsend

Under the concrete I find myself drowned
and I'd swum, scrambled, and tried to breach 
but it set in my ways. And I can't swim aground.
Can't move forward.  Only flounder and reach.  

She moved away to her side of the bed
after she'd finished sucking my limp cock
“Does it get better Lars?  Before we're dead?
Before we're buried beneath the bedrock?”

Chalk is just a porous sedimentary stone
made from shells and bones of long dead sea life
Packaged from memories we've outgrown
On concrete it draws pictures, outlines strife.

I say to her, “you can only change yourself, 
Me… I'll wait for the drowning to engulf.”