by Mark Waldrop
After work and wine, I
Take some red food coloring and empty it
Into my bath water.
I submerge myself and open my eyes
Like looking backwards at the world through
A liquid sunset.
I push myself under water, squeaking
Feet sound like dolphins and
I hold myself under, knees cool in the air like
Two islands in the red sea. I blow
Thick tasting chalky Cabernet
Bubbles to make the lights dance.
Instead they throb and pulse. They
Are
More alive than I am.
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this is damn unique. Got me going in all directions, not knowing if its an acid trip or horror flick, a suicide with movie set props for blood and gurgling. Or just a wined-up guy wondering what it would feel like to drown.
Like that in a work - neatly un-neat
Wow, thank you! :)
I like the bit about the knees best.
Very good poem
I fully second Walter's comments.
Me, three. This made me uncomfortable yet I wanted to read more and more.