My Kitchen Sink

death by the elements

it's not that I want to drown

it's that my legs are tiring of swimming

and I'm struggling to keep kicking

and they predict eventually the world will drench us all

so why wait for the drought, it's raining now

it's not that I want to burn

but I let the heat simmer too long by my fingertips 

and the ache sets in

and the blisters form separating skin from skin

so the pain has already set in, and there's no way to stop it

it's not that I want to be dirt

it's that eventually the earth swallows us all

and why avoid the inevitable

 I can grow flowers anytime

so why wait till spring

it's not that I wish to blow away

it's that the winds come and go

and they blow so fast

and they're blowing past me anyways

so why wait till the world stops spinning