about a bathroom

About A Bathroom

Turn on the shower, please, turn on the shower,
Let small streams beat and drown the tub,
Let the steam rises in poetic prose,
And the vapor race to fill his nose.

Brush what is left fulfill,
The gaping hole of darkness unseen,
What once were rows and rows of sturdy teeth,
All sparkling white, beautiful and clean.

Tremulous fingers tremble with,
The slippery soap and suds to wash,
Over his skin it once was,
Smooth and milky,stretching taut.

Scrubbed his face, he rubbed,
Lathering hard to smooth,
Over his wrinkles,deep crevices,
Greasy slime dusted with time.

When the water stopped, his heart dropped,
Skipped the rhythm it successfully keep,
Awoke again to his senses now,
Wondering how he had his mind slipped.

He wrapped his towel to be,
Around his mangled meager body,
Embraced into the deep hands,
Of age, and time and sinking sands.

Oh bathroom, he said,
Where was the time of my youth?
Did you know, he said,
Threw youth to the wind I did,
But you, he said,
Brought back me life,
If only for a fleeting time,
So hear me bathroom, he said, hear me close,
Out of all the rooms in the house,
It's you I love the most.


3 more days till school starts. Time to break the fanny.

*Note to self: Do as you fancy with caution.

xoxo