garrison bare

Shower’s flicking hot fingers
tattoo taut skin
brisk water whips
flay pouching flesh

The wigged guy in the dress
with the filleting knife
would flay with his eyes
shove the shower curtain aside
and stab in, Mother

Is there a hole in the wall
a camera in a corner
do we expect to be observed?

Robe off
cool air kisses skin’s sins
tap turns
water gushes sprays
bend to test this
step in

Dance with the water partner
sing the silly shower song
sing to ’em bare assed
don’t be embarrassed
and you’ll never sing alone

The group gathered around the monitor
half watches, waits for a stray word
a commitment, an admission
a piece of evidence
for presentation to
the kangaroo.

(Visited 19 times, 1 visits today)
FavoriteLoadingAdd to favorites

About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
This entry was posted in lotus eaters, Poetry, serial and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.