salival

come clean

the truth doesn't feel like being eloquent ( see photo illustration. )
and we all needed one thing
piled to the teeth in suffering
blindness and illness and cancer ooze out from
the cracks in the pavement
like my sweat under the sun of a fresh spring
and my mom reminded me that there's a reason
we should listen to that little voice in the
pit of your stomach
and the spring is so pink
the sky is the color of E's beautiful electro shock blues
i looked around and saw that everybody was dying
i decided it was time
to live
so i made a birthday present
too early for reception
too late to avoid a naieve miscommunication
and i regret nothing and nobody should
some how it'll all be okay because
i am coming clean
there's something about cowboy boots
and some things i choose to
ignore and i don't know why i am
getting that tilex out and scrubbing my antique bathtub feet
lemon detergent sitting on a pile of
dirty dishes in the sink
and i stink and i'm a little rusty but
you wouldn't believe all it would take
is a couple drops of sunshine in the dirty rice cooker

it's not really that filthy
and the soap looks quite potent
enough to make me want to
come clean;
like i want to clean my room
do my laundry, looks like that stuff works wonders
clean clothes are the new dirty
and i don't expect a thing and i'm ready for the worst
but the flap of my yap is a gift and a curse
if there's one little bubble of soap
that floats back to the handwashing station
remember it's not science or some sort of equation
i just noticed the prizms bounce off of the wash and they shine
and i'll still admire them even if they don't find
their way into my bicycle gnarled greased up hands

i won't cram the dispenser if the suds are clogged up like an impatient man
being careful to accomidate the delicate nature of the
liquid
softsoap
these sensibilities made me
what make all of me,
be me.
a fly in the shampoo i never will be
like a rock show for free
i'll be taxis and shoulders and whispers in ears
listen if desired
really pay attention for a connection with the material
after all
either
i'm right
or i must not be too bright
if the venue's empty

and i still wrote this little ditty

under the seven am rising sun

yellow and orange and pink as my terrycloth towel
warm after a blue spring shower

i close my eyes as the purple moon moon finally eases into the surface of the river city
i am clean.