water

the patchy brown grass
is not my manicured lawn.
putting green envy.

tacky skin feels warm.
attracts bugs like flypaper.
slippery with oil.

one million dollars
isn’t what it used to be.
enough about me.

to live by the myths
might as well worship the moon.
man eating blue cheese.

the white egg flying.
silver lightning rod cracking.
wringing myself dry.

the slow low mumbling.
speaking from both sides of mouth.
clear as a claret.