Soul Adrift

bedsprings tired from sleep
kleenex folded in comely squares

I sit alone, back hunched, eyes down. Father, separated twin, something's
missing. Adrift in a Piscean sea, I've stopped rowing, caring. Beard grown
from negligence, I look at the drifting clouds. I clutch my jacket, knowing
there will never be enough sun to warm my skin.

cd's piled high on every surface
clothes piled high against the closed door

What I do when I'm unaware reveals me. Hair too long, belt too long, waited
too long. No solid ground for miles, the tiny waves push me up and down. I
hope the clouds aren't moving, as that would mean I'm going somewhere.

four empty beer cans
three foreign porn magazines

I dream about being adrift in a Piscean sea and never knows if I'm asleep. I
figure I've been alone here for five years. The clouds are dark here and rain
fills the boat. I lay still, knowing there will never be enough rain to drown me.

two windows, both closed
one soul, adrift