Bathos

What happened to us, man?
You no longer turn me on.
Stripped and stood beneath
that elevated watering can;
in and out and off again
before I’m barely wet.
What happened to our special time?
Are we running out of steam?

Sure, that’s what I hear too –
better for the environment.
Save the planet.
But dig this, man,
we inanimate objects,
we have feelings too!
We long for the flood,
the extremes of hot and cold,
not this same old dreary drizzle.

Only passing through!
Don’t give me that Eastern philosophy
eternal river soft soap flannel
stream of bullshit, man.
I wanna plumb the depths,
feel the water’s breadth and luxuriate,
stagnate and speculate
whether I’m half empty or half full.
I wanna live the life of the dammed, man.
Plug me in!



Poetry by Ray Miller
Written on 2026-03-31 at 09:34

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