Posts Tagged ‘Water’

I am aqua,
But not the oasis you envision,
Not a forward flowing river,
I am stagnant,
I’ve not swelled in decades,

I’m an environmental hazard,
Wretched liquid in a pit,
The flow goes nowhere,
Mold is my only ally,
In this hopeless broth,

Drop stones and I only groan,
As if revelling in the painful ripples,
Sharing tales of dreams,
With the skulls and scum floating about,
Mosquitoes come for autographes,

Misery is the prime bacteria here,
It would take a herculean effort,
To get this water flowing once again,
This swill shall grow no lotuses,
No futures.

Life is a rusty pier,
Ruined by the eons,
With a meat grinder at the end,
A slaughterhouse on the river styx,
Bladed rollers slavering for gore,
Put there by a deific butcher,
The railings are strewn with warnings,
Attempting to mitigate our doom,
Yet they seem to be in languages,
Unknown to us,
Tongues of hope and diligence,

The wave below mock us,
Hissing jeers,
And throwing insults of mist,
The sea knows all as they say,
We’re given birth at the beginning,
In blood and pain,
Tagged with an expiration date,
Only to traverse this pier,
Towards further agony,
Further despair,
Meat for the industrial hunger,

More meat,
And more,
Ad infinitum.

Before this year,
This turn of the sun,
This roll of the dice,
The world was a fragile place,
A utopia on a faultline,
Held up by infirm chains,

But now,
Atlantis is falling,
The end days come,
And the waters of discord rise,
The waves lash hungrily at our cities,
The sea consumes all evil,

A virus stalks the elderly and weak of constitution,
The world brought to its knees choking,
Madmen and dictators rule with hateful fists,
Bigotry and nonsense from a birds beak,
Innocents are killed in the streets,
By good guys with guns,

Our Atlantis is falling,
The golden towers brought low,
This year has broken us,
The waters surge,
We will all drown,
The sea consumes all evil.

Time to put the universe to rights,
I shed my fabric skin,
The shower opens up,
The senate has begun,

In this congress of glass,
The water pours,
I establish my assertion,
To the shampoos present,

To the bottle senators in the room,
To the shower gels and sponges,
I pontificate,
And argue astutely,

With a confidence,
Invisible at all other times,
And a shrewd reasoning,
That drains away as the aqua ceases,

All clean,
I’ve won the argument,
I’ve cracked the problem,
The water is their applause,

It fades down the drain.

I fear only one thing,
The ocean,
The waves,
That all-encompassing monster,

The surf attempts to creep towards me,
Clawing hungrily,
Eroding the land,
Just to reach my flesh,

The water calls to me,
With murder in its voice,
The swell appears as fangs,
Each wave is a beast,

It wishes to consume me,
Drown my soul,
To take me into the abyss,
To send me to the locker,

The waves dance seductively,
They glitter entrancingly,
It’s my idea of horror,
I see it in my dreams.

We are criminals,
We are dead men walking,
Smugglers and felons all,

A pall falls over our vessel,
A dark mist,
A palpable guilt,
As if the sea knows our illicit purpose,

A distant lighthouse stands guard,
Its light is our doom,
The tension is tangible,

The white coast is a reminder that we are outcasts,
The cliffs tell us we are doomed,
The chines call with a foil behind their backs,
The surf tries to drag us to the gallows,

Our vessel a prize for the law,
Our cargo a trophy for Customs,
The disquietude is discernible,

Waves lash at the hull like blades,
A far-off sentry spies us,
The sea knows,
The sea grins.