In Waders (Cleaning Out Clogged Drainage Pipes)

Is this what it’s all comes down to?

Torn cardboard and broken wood

flooding concrete dreams when

it’s 70 degrees and sunny and all

is quiet, but your laugh is there.

Swirling around and around until

I have to dive straight into

your mouth.

The inside of your cheeks are like

pancakes and the trip down your

Slip-and-Slide trachea makes me

come alive.

However, it is the end that hurts.

Floating in acidic bliss, just hoping

for it all to end.