My Currents

I guess I believe in power

and feeling lean and powerful--

like your back is strong

and can carry anything. Anything.

and I guess I believe we

are water, flowing into internity,

fishes swimming through

us like we swim through humid

July days: feeling like the 

world is some fat kid sweating on

us, totally oblivious to the ick.

And in our surfaces, the currents

give us style.  Those areas

the water swirls around and

creates dimples and

pimples and falls and white.

Are these not the most 

celebrated?

And if we are powerful water,

then the currents give us shape and

beauty.

If I am any kind of man,

then I owe it to my current-makers:

those tireless pushers for 

my painstaking pursuit of beauty.

(sorry about the flurry

of alliteration there)

Um...

so thanks for the drinks,

and thanks for the day,

and should tomorrow find

you face up in your grave,

buck up, bucko, don't despair,

I was the one that put your there.