morning shower

washed over by glancing

clouds destroying

themselves

a slow tipping of one

place into another 

me. a stop in the way.

within lost temperance 

gloated at the soak being

soaked 

joyless fuck but sure captain 

took to the bilge pumps 

and purged.

water splashing off clammy

surface layered stale from

leaked toxins shut tight

under the run from

sky

to sea.

what did not stick, or

was imbibed 

pooled around lifting 

an oily sheen from the

ground.

imagining the dirt as blame

the breadth of broken

sky spoke 

boozed baptism 

wretch