WaterPark

A poem… I guess… poem-ish

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My slippery fingers

Grip the plastic of the inner tube

That my body lay across

Floating down a cosmic lazy river

Just letting life pass me by

Drifting aimlessly past…

The wavepool

A mosh-pit of wet bodies

Fat men wearing T-shirts

To block the shame

Tormented by their own minds

About who they have become

Battered by the waves

Of society

Drowning in emotional oppression

Unable to reach solid ground

Past…

The lifeguards

Whipping their whistles around their fingers

Looking on

Dazed

Daydreaming about when their real lives will begin

Past…

The waterslide

That slow climb to the top

An impatient line

Reeking of fear and anticipation

For those 4 seconds

Where life will feel more —- Alive

And still I drift along

Fingers pruned

Soul still

With no desire to leave

This eternal current

Unless

I drift past

A taco stand